It worked for me. Can't remember exactly how long treatment was but I think just a few months.

One company party lead off auspiciously when, within the first half-hour, I fell down the stairs of the restaurant and knocked over a candle, setting a small section of the table on fire. This, however, did not stop my urge to down expensive alcohols on the company dime.

When I came home for Christmas break after my first semester at college I ended up hanging out with a guy who I had met right before I left for school. We were flirty and our personalities meshed really well, but we were both awkward as fuck. I really wanted to hook up with him (assuming the feeling was mutual) but I…

When I was 20, I was working at a bookstore and living with my boyfriend, who also worked at the same bookstore. It was a small bookstore, with only 7 employees and when the holiday party rolled around we all went to a bar in Montouk and proceeded to get ripped. I had lost track of my boyfriend and started to make out…

In college my roommate and I decided to throw a generalized “winter” party. We cut out paper snowflakes, put Christmas lights everywhere, holiday colored jello shots, etc. We had about 50 people in our tiny apartment, had an awesome party, cops came, people had to leave, yada yada yada...

By “Holiday” do you mean the Good Friday when I hooked up with super hot Alex? Or the Easter Sunday when I met him at the family brunch and learned he was my dad’s half-sister’s son?

Ok...

Both the holiday and the embarrassing come at the end of this story.

My coworker that I was hooking up with brought a date to the office Christmas party. Beginning of the night: um, ok dick. End of the night: sobbing tears. It got so bad that one of my other coworkers removed me from the party and then proceeded to make out with me in the alley outside. We ended up dating for 5 years.

Mine was a quasi-hookup, but bear with me. These dudes who lived together in a house while attending college were close-knit so they had a “post-Christmas” in February, in one of the dudes’ ranch in the countryside. I was invited by my BFF, one of the dudes’ girlfriends, and I was newly single, so I went. There was…

Half Asian, full scumbag.

There’s this, too:

People are dumb. They don’t realize that prisoners don’t rape other prisoners because they want to dispense justice, they just know that society won’t care if they prey on pedophiles, other rapists, etc.

45 hours over four days is a long deliberation. There were probably innumerable compromises made.

Burn in hell, you fucking filth!

He actually says to the jury as he approaches the bench, “how could you do that? how could you do that?”
Rage. Blinding rage. How could THEY do that? I hope this fuckin’ guy really enjoys his possible 263 years.

Seeing people who have callously committed horrific acts on other people start to cry when forced to take (some) responsibility for their conduct always makes me hate them even more.

I glad it finally came out that Nicki had nothing to do with her brothers bail out. I wonder what took so long though.

People are reading this in different ways - yes, it’s good to be polite with your parents, and I too think a once a week call is fine. However, I’ve also seen the flip side of this, which is what Tracy is talking about. I’ve seen my boyfriend’s mother make ridiculous demands and financial threats while he went through…

I mean, I talk to my mom almost every other day, but I would get annoyed too if my mom was texting me all the time, especially if it was just a bunch of emojis. What the hell?