I'd like you a lot better if you just gave me the $5k.

Definitely a power thing. Have you tried CCing the person you're supposed to email in your response, rather than creating a whole new thread? Passive aggressive, but makes your bossy coworker look lazy in front of his colleagues!

I got a job! After 5 months of being unemployed and almost having my unemployment benefits run out, I found a job. I'm going to be working for Planned Parenthood in an administrative capacity. I'm really looking forward to working somewhere that has a hopefully decent environment as well as a place to be passionate…

This is certainly better than all those eateries dressing up in 'slutty restaurant' costumes. Serving food with your kitchen hanging out is just demeaning and unsanitary.

My SO and I are planning to buy our first house next summer (fingers crossed!) so these haunted house stories are particularly unnerving to me. I feel like my scientist SO will never stop laughing at me if / when I ask the realtor if any of the homes were sites of grisly murders. But hey, he wants a house with a dish…

This makes me laugh because my family are funeral directors (have been for over 100 years), I've honestly never once felt this feeling in the home. I usually feel a sense of relief or peace. I lived above the morgue once and the only thing that happened was my sister swore she saw a lil girl once. It's never really…

mbkt12 - ME TOO. Word for word. All of it. Every episode of the Following and now Stalker that I watch leaves me wondering WHY?! WHY do I do this to myself??!

I have a very vivid memory of hiding behind my couch in tears because Gremlins scared me so much..

Well hell, this is my goddaughter's school system. Looks like somebody's getting a copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves for Christmas.

She lives in Fort Kent, a small town of less than 5,000 people on the border with Canada. What are we afraid is going to happen, exactly? That she infects a Canadian and they make us look bad with a prepared, reasonable and rational response?

we all made that mistake, and deserve our lots in life because of it.

I just started her book and at first I was upset it wasn't that "funny" in the beginning compared to other memoirs I've read, but goddman if she isn't the most genuinely positive person. Her love and admiration for everyone in her life is really awe inspiring. She really is someone who just has a light inside of her.

Yeah, what exactly was her thought process there? "I hope you don't think I'm just another buttinsky neighbor, but around these parts we frown upon people decorating with corpses. Just thought I'd mention it in passing."

When I was in college, I volunteered with my local Planned Parenthood advocacy chapter. One year, they took us to a conference in DC surrounding Lobby Day. While there, I hung around a group of girls from another school. They were all friends and I was the slightly ununcomfortable outsider, so when they decided to…

In 2010, I had the distinct pleasure of heading to a conference for work in Baltimore with colleagues I couldn't stand. (And blessedly, I no longer work there). My boss made it a point to stress repeatedly that we should find the cheapest hotel rooms possible, so I got my own room at a hotel separate from theirs.

I would have noped the fuck out of there ages ago.

When I was 18, I lived with my (now ex) boyfriend in a basement apartment in a town in Wyoming. It was not a happy time in my life for various reasons (boyfriend was abusive, I was pregnant with his child) but it also didn't help that the apartment was creepy as shit. Even for a basement apartment, it was unusually…

I have, more than once, suspected that my brain hates me. I have an eye-migraine-thingy that makes me see things. Like people emitting light, dark figures and small silvery butterflies. So I am already doubting my own mind and I dont really know if this counts as a horror story but here it is.

Growing up, when my mother wanted the final word in discussions with my dad she'd say 'remember I saved your life.' Finally I asked her how she'd saved him. CPR? Heimlich? I wouldn't have believed the story coming from anybody else, but she is one of the most practical, honest people I know so I gotta go with it....

I had a cat. A black cat. It was not your ordinary black cat. Her name was Natasha. At the time we lived in Laurel Maryland in a 3-story garden apartment that overlooked an elementary school. To prevent Natasha from jumping from the third-floor balcony to go catting around, which she occasionally did, I got into the…