I’m sorry about your grandmother. It was so hard to lose mine. She was closer to me than my mother.

So, uhh... I’m moving to Alabama for a couple years. From my home near Seattle. Mr. Antisocial got a billet in Mobile. I have so many feelings! I’m physically drained from all the many feelings I’m feeling! Mostly I’m really nervous about finding a job in my field because I’d have to quit my current (awesome) job…

I wish three spirits would appear and show him what the world thinks of him

It’s so fascinating getting these insights into how Donald’s brain works, and how he thinks other peoples’ brains work. Once again we see the projecting, that being called short seems so devastating to him that of course a person would do anything to disprove such a rumor!

Game is the right word for it. It’s a play right out of a pickup artist “Emotional abuse for dummies” manual.

Mine is more like a half-lie, I kind of knew it was wrong but I also didn’t mean to start it. When I was 7?, I used to get this weekly kid magazine that had stories and games in it and usually some sort of crafting idea. One week the crafting idea was to make one of those dioramas in a shoebox that you peer into…

Omg he had to check with his wife! That part kills me!

Actually, she was just a grandchild in this story. :p

I did the same thing, in nursery school, but with pee! i peed in my little undies and even when my mom showed up with a clean pair, I was all, fancy seeing you here! What brings you round these parts? I would not admit to peeing to anyone.

When I was 9 years old, and on vacation with my family in Miami Beach, I must have been bored, so one day I decided to play a joke and pretended to be a sleepwalker. Not only did I walk in my “sleep,” but while I was doing so I spouted all sorts of ominous, scary gibberish that made me sound like I was possessed by…

This happened with a friend of my best friend’s little sister. We were both spending the night, so I got to witness the parental fireworks. I think the girls were fourteen or fifteen at the time and my friend’s parents came up with the perfect punishment - the girl wasn’t allowed to come back to the house until she…

I don’t know if this fits, but my grandmother implicated me in her lie. She smoked Cool Menthols. Horrible terrible gross cigarettes. Back when I smoked, I was a Marlboro guy, but I had quite for years.

I never thought of myself as a liar, but apparently I was so good at coming up with excuses when I cut class or didn’t do the assignment that in senior year, I was elected Class Liar. I was still insulted though.

In 5th grade, my parents finally moved me from the tiny little South Jersey Pentecostal school I’d been in till then, into the public middle school. I was super weird and religious and did NOT understand the other 10 year-olds; I was just daunted by their relative worldliness. So I made up tons of lies to seem…

I have known so many young women who do that! WHY?! And it’s always fucking blue eyes....and the contacts make their eyes an unnatural shade of blue.

I want to rewrite the end:

Mr. ARay and I got into a stupid argument 10 minutes before we were supposed to be at what felt like the 3900th Christmas party of that year. He didn’t want to go anyway, I hated his face at that moment, so I yelled something and left without him. A few people asked where he was, but it was no big deal. After about an…

Apparently the doctors at the hospital don’t see it very often and I was visited by no less than three doctors and a resident who were fascinated by the little guy in the Baggie. We named him Ralph.

No, just living vicariously through your experience. :-)

Dear Ms. Ono: