December 2009
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Story #3452 →
While still 24, when I broke the news of the year to my father that I had fallen in love with this 48 year old beautiful woman, dismissively he responded, “Isn’t one mom sufficient?”
Story #3453 →
I thought he loved work more than me, but after he died I found out that my name was his work computer password.
Story #3451 →
Even while we were making out that first night, the planner in me couldn’t help but worry about the future of our relationship.
Story #3454 →
It’s nice to know that no matter where I go and how long I’m gone for, my mother will always arrange my dolls in random sexual positions as a ‘welcome home’ surprise.
Story #3455 →
When I asked him how his day had been my father shrugged and said “It was okay,” in a non-committal way, because we were still ten minutes from home, and only then would he feel able to tell me my…
Story #3456 →
When my 85 year old tenant told me that she had just been to her own mother’s funeral, I realised that this was going to be a long lease.
Story #3457 →
She mis-dialed my number and ended up talking to a very excited 5 year old with the same name.
I think one of the reasons why kids today have quarterlife crises is because...
– Twenty Something: Instead of traveling, writing and trying to figure out what we want, should we be marrying and having babies? (via robot-heart) (via leeshiebean)
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Story #3448 →
Sick of having Outlook tell me my Dell Optiplex was a potpie, I added it to the dictionary.
Story #3449 →
She confessed afterwards that she had never seen a real life spit-take until she had dinner with my family.
Story #3450 →
I slipped into my three-inch purple heels and wobbled around for a minute, getting used to being the tallest person in the room.
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…and a brand new pair of 5” heels.
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Story #3447 →
Our height disparity was such that she had to stand on her tiptoes to place the blue marks showing where to pierce my nipple.
Story #3446 →
Sinking into the dull green striped chair shoved near the back corner radio, I sat listening to the brilliant teacher, preaching to the class beliefs of love and peace.
Story #3445 →
I spent the night of my cousin’s wedding on an air mattress in my auntie’s living room, taking turns with my little brother puking in a pot.
Story #3443 →
I wasn’t exactly sure how to take the news that my son was in a championship beer pong tournament.
Story #3444 →
He laid down his leather jacket and they sat by the water talking and staring up at the stars, pretending to find constellations that neither of them really knew the names of.
So, I have Verizon and...
I need to pick out a new phone; which one would you suggest?
I started to understand that the just life was not a black and white proposition...
– Coming of Age in the Aughts | The American Prospect (via julyshewillfly) (via furrowedbrow) (via robot-heart)
Story #3442 →
My husband, my dog, and my mom all died in the same month due to separate, unrelated house fires.
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