It still makes me fume to think how easy it was, years ago, for my stalker to get all my info online. He paid for one those privacy sites. He then went to the court house with my name and address and was able to dig up even more info.. eventually leading him to even my birth certificate and social security number. It…

Hey creepbag, I think God knows where they live already. Think up a better excuse for your rapey-stalky plans.

Infidelity implies (to me at least) that the unfaithful party is the one breaking the relationship, even if the cheated-on party is the one to say "yeah, it's over".

My ex's mom sent him his great-grandmother's ring for him to give me. It was such a sweet gesture, sort of bringing me into the family. It was very lovely and old-fashioned and I loved it, more than I would ever love a bigger, more expensive new one.

Nobody is worth giving up curly fries.

According to the complaint call, they were fucking in his car on a public street in broad daylight with the door open. This isn't police overreach, this is Celebrity Special Snowflakedom at its grossest level.

I'm no big fan of law enforcement, but she was an asshole on this tape, and we all know it. It made me embarrassed for her. Such a hostile caricature. She's doing people of color no great service.

Which one is Gordon Ramsey?

Put this trend of firing teachers for having a sexual past of any kind together with the trend of teenage girls sending nudes to their crappy boyfriends who then post them online and it seems to me that in the next twenty years or so there aren't going to be any teachers left who are "models to follow for high school…

There is no point and they add nothing to the plot.

I'm watching Californication right now, and I have that same thought about once every ten minutes because that's how often David Duchovny's character gets laid.

"There is no point and they add nothing to the plot."

THIS was the story that made me cry. I'm glad you have these women in your life. And I'm so sorry about your mom's cancer diagnosis.

"Alice Harper's story makes me wonder if the staff were/would actually be rude to minority ethnic customers or give them shoddy service."

That is my assumption, yes. It would fit with what I know of their business practices.

Every Friday night, these two wonderful women come into the restaurant I work at at about 5pm and stay until 8:30 or so drinking and chatting and relaxing after a long work week. They always have kind words for my coworkers and me, and they are genuinely interested in seeing me pay for graduate school - so much so…

I've written about this one place I used to manage before; a great fine-dining joint in a small Puget Sound town, attracting guests with loads of money and and sometimes loads of entitlement. But for all of the craziness that happened, there were moments of kindness and generosity that made it more than worthwhile.

The bids on ridiculous auctions like this one are always fake. Think about it: if a woman has 91,000 pounds to waste on a vacation, she doesn't need to share a room at the Holiday Inn with this random dude. She can stay at a private resort with her personal manservant.

You obviously didn't even read the story.

"Baby, I'll blow you, but I don't want your watch getting caught in my hair/earrings!"