aka "I Didn't Always Worry About Existential Religious Questions, Don't Worry"

My parents stopped using the Texaco station down the street from our house in Blacksburg, VA because the mechanic screwed up their POS '74 Plymouth Valiant.

Then, after the 1989 Exxon Valdez oil spill, they stopped going to all Exxon gas stations, everywhere, for all ( Read more... )

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Men's urinals fascinate me. There, I've said it.

The highlight of my elementary school career was the day in second grade when Mrs. Biggs let all of the girls walk in and look at the boys' bathroom and all the boys scope out the girls bathroom. It was scandalously fascinating. Of course, Jeremy Freeman took it a little too far and actually used ( Read more... )

I joined a Christian cult when I was 13 because my best friend was in it. The International Order of the Rainbow for Girls is "a youth service organization which teaches leadership training through community service." It's a freemason-based organization that feeds the Eastern StarsI was initiated in a white dress, borrowed from my mom's friend ( Read more... )

[All inspired by antarcticlust's recent post] My Dad has always been a wannabe engineer/scientist (he's a history PhD). He fostered my interest in science and engineering and encouraged me to pursue engineering school as a precursor to law school (and now I love engineering and don't want to go to law school ( Read more... )

I was just reading deerdeedle's response to my five question meme, and it made me laugh when she told me to learn to count to 20 in Italian.

When I was nine(?) my friend chloeasilver could say the alphabet backwards. So I memorized it, too. I did it in groups of three, and it has stuck with me forever ( Read more... )

This comes to you on the "Max doesn't look trashy, er, well, not any trashier than usual" front: What is going on here?

From the brilliant zugenia is Polly Glotto, a digital woman translates your text from English into a number of other languages and speaks them aloud. Zugenia instantly hit on the entire purpose for this site: "iIn other words, you ( Read more... )

So, when I was in elementary school/early junior high, my bedroom was on the first floor and everyone else was on the second floor. I was lonely and scared, so I would often sleep on the bunk bed in Hillary and Madeleine's room. They shared a HUGE room, like the biggest room I have ever been in (very long in shape), and they kind of divided it in ( Read more... )