Back in high school, I shared a bedroom with my younger brother, which was difficult because he was a frequent sleepwalker. The hardwood floors would creak when he would get up and walk out of the room. I would have to follow him and bring him back to bed at least 2-3 times a week.

Awwww, At-At doggie. So cute!

I liked your story. Kids totally do stuff like that. Once, when my daughter was very young, she was talking to my mother and she said "Remember when I was your mommy and you were my baby? But then I died. When mommy was little."

I shared two of my stories yesterday, but recalled the one that scared me the most (and I subsequently try to repress). It's quite short:

I was laying in bed asleep (and I guess dreaming?) when I heard our then-12 year old son crying. Our apartment had a "roommate" layout where the bedrooms are at opposite ends, so I…

Murder houses! I lived in one a few years ago. I consider myself a skeptic, but I'm not doing that again. I was too late to post this the other day but Halloween is as good as any I suppose:

Did you happen to see this gem on your way into town? It's always a crowd favorite.

This is a seriously great article. I grew up around Salem and I've always really found what you say here to be true - on the one hand, I feel like making the town so kitschy is doing a disservice to the actual, serious tragedy that took place there, but without all that I wonder if people would pay as much attention…

Call me a snob, but when I die, I demand cold brew at the very least.

Forgiven. You're not the one who poured a freakin' Coolatta on a grave!!!!! The person buried there is probably spinning in that grave now (cause they're so full of sugar and caffeine, amirite?)

Great article! Also, Madeleine, aren't you a little worried that you fucked around with the occult and now you're going to end up becoming soulmates with Katy Perry? I'd avoid cherry chapstick for the next 8-10 months if I were you.

2. I watched porn for the first time.

During my only trip to Salem for an overnight 7th grade class trip, two spooky things happened: 1. One of the rooms was vandalized with a swastika and the culprit was never found. 2. I watched porn for the first time.

I'm in the US, the midwest. I just shop at the mall. I mean, I was buying clothes that were pretty close to what the standard measurements for sizes are.

I hope it is just dumbness or simple dog joy. Not a vet, but bull terriers tend to suffer from a neurologically-based disorder known as "compulsive spinning" and it looks a lot like that when it's not on a bed. So... yeah.

-Ruiner of fun

As far as I'm concerned, BBW stands for Banned Books Week.

Occasions when I am too English for Jezebel #434. 'Thick' means 'stupid' over here. So I went all judgemental assuming he was saying he wanted to be with unintelligent women. Sorry.

What does it look like when she takes off her corset and clothes? Does her waist stay that tiny? If she stopped wearing it for awhile, would her body go back to normal eventually? I have so many questions.

Who needs an effin' corset?

"Maturing is realizing how many things don't require your comment."