Read on for true encounters so shocking, you might feel compelled to take a shower…in bleach.
I used to love my job. Love it. I worked for my favorite entertainment company in the world. I would’ve paid to work there. I made friends at work. And on weekends we’d even get together and play poker.
“There are three types of people,” astronaut Chris Hadfield told me, “-1, 0, and +1.”
These are the many things I’ve learned while being the oldest of seven.
On the outside, you appear to be the perfect couple. As a matter of fact, you are the envy of both, friends and family.
I’ve never been comfortable with emotions.
So you’ve been in this relationship for a minute. Things are going pretty well — you enjoy each other’s company still, you laugh all the time and your sex life hasn’t evaporated. But is that enough?
People will judge you for everything you do.
I have an opinion on Brittany’s situation, but I don’t know if it’s the right opinion because I don’t know what it’s like to contract a terminal illness and be told I have 6 months to live. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you don’t either.
A moment of silence for the guys who don’t play games.