I’m helping.

They missed a great opportunity to call the event a RepubliCON.

I once handed my mom my camera and asked her to take a photo of me by saying in a cutesy voice, “mom, make me look pretty!”

I exist in a perpetual state of anxiety. There are few things that I can do without anxiety spiking. Hell, I can feel it in my chest RIGHT NOW because I’m typing a comment on this thread. It’s dumb and I cannot reason with it and even anxiety meds don’t touch it.

Not my story, but my boyfriend’s. He and a friend were viewing an apartment to rent some years ago. The landlord mentioned that they hadn’t got anyone in to clean it yet. It seemed alright, if a little strange, what with a couch parked at the foot of a bed in one of the rooms. He then opened the door to the other…

Maple Potato!