In Victorian times jewelry made from the lock of a loved one’s hair was very common. It was often a beautifully crafted brooch like this:

To each their own. :) I also name my plants after I’ve had them a week or two. Bob, Hoku, Ka’iulani, Herb, Stringly, and BudaBuda say hi!

If this were me, I’d just reply with “Oh, I’m not keeping it so it’s fine” anytime someone gave me shit.

Yep. I never ask what people are going to name their kids. Figure they will tell me if they want to and also want to save face if I have to stuff a reaction.

I got into an argument with a white guy in my masters program because he tried to say it was racist for black publications to not publish his work and sexist for journals which specifically publish women’s writing to not publish his work because of his gender. Oh! The struggle is real for him! The racism! The sexism!…

Oh god, the number of times I wish I could utter the phrase “I don’t care.” to customers. It’s like as soon as you step outside those doors after closing you suddenly have this super power of not giving a single fuck anymore. Wonderful.

I am always amazed at people who confuse food and urban legends.

My 15 year old brother decorates his room with seething rage and b.o. It’s a desolate wasteland of stink in that place.

“Lizzie’s grave is the only one that’s infested with ants.”

Had you been murdered by vengeful revenants you totally shoulda gone Sea Lion on your editor from the depths of the hoary netherworld:

I can not say anything bad here, for I am like the buzzing of flies to him!

When I was in university, my walk home took me through a not-so-great neighborhood, often after a late night studying at the library.

I’ve posted this before, but what the hell:

I came across these stories last year and I found them hard to get through, I guess I’m a wuss, but last January something really weird happened to me and I’ve wanted to share it ever since.

I love this post and read all the comments, but man I wish everyone would ease up with the gifs on super long ones like this. It takes forever to load and 30% of it is cartoons. :(

This did not happen to me, but to an ex of mine (S).

A few bits of background are necessary for my story, so please forgive the long preface. I promise there’s not a “and I said to the cabbie, yo homes, smell ya later” at the end.

YES YES YES YES YES

My manager finally comes over and informs me that she is removing the gratuity from the bill.