The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

DUDE you need to edit and add this to your original post cuz this really makes the fucking story

This one isn’t mine, but my mom’s. She told it to me a few years ago, when my husband and I bought our house; it’s the story of how my parents got my childhood home.

About a year ago, I was dealing with the very tragic loss of my parents and distracting myself with Netflix and Tinder. Matched with a guy who had a shirtless mirror selfie - usually a hard pass for me, but he seemed sweet so I talked to him. I had hurt my back and was home in bed for 4-5 days and he said he was home…

Okay okay okay!
here’s my story - it’s a brief one!

This seems like a good story to tell today, as North Florida is about to be struck by another hurricane tomorrow.

I finally found this thread early early enough to *maybe* not be totally buried! The most intensely creepy thing that’s ever happened to me is also the most oddly beautiful.

The girl scout troop I lead has met in the same church since kindergarten, they’re now in 4th grade. Its built on the side of a hill, and we meet in the “basement” which is really a large, well lit room full of windows. At the back of the room is a hall with the bathrooms, and stairs to the main floor. The girls call…

During the summer before my senior year a few friends and I were parked in a remote area at the end of a dirt road so I we could hot-box the car. It was a spot we went to frequently. It was about 2 in the morning, there were no houses within a few miles, and there was no place for any other cars to have parked. After…

My favorite “bar fight” story:

Sorry about that! I love goats!!

Please don’t slander goats by comparing them to that piece of garbage.  

Jesus. The senile old goat thought she said, “I’m not thinking, Mr. President,” when she actually said, “I’m not. Thank you, Mr. President.” As in, I’m not surprised that you picked me. What a fucking moron he is.

The White House doesn’t get a say in it.

I wrote a sort of “why” comment and I’d say the same thing about a male writer. Jonathan Franzen earns so much side eye from me. His memoir and his novels are shit. He’s just a writer of beautiful sentences. Never got David Foster Wallace either. I like writers who have complex views wrapped in layers of…

I’ve been a fan for a long time and I always forget Dolores was still a teen when “Linger” was released and The Cranberries became huge. That whole first album is really something.

I (like everyone else with a soul) love the song linger. It wasn’t until after her death that Ilearned she wrote the lyrics for the song at only 17 years old. And honestly, it made even more sense. Such passion, such emotion, it can only come from someone who is so young and so new to romantic feelings. I’m about to…

Silence of the Lambs still remains my favorite Rom-Com