true stories

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In my defense, if he didn’t want to spend dusk in a cemetery watching the alleged vampire’s grave for signs of movement, he shouldn’t have said “I’m up for anything” when I asked what he wanted to do on our date.

#StillTogether

As he neared the fence, my complacency began to waver. Surely, he couldn’t clear it now that I’d raised it to 8 feet high! Then, I was watching his tail disappear over the top, out of our backyard and into the desert beyond.

#Superdog

It was with great pride that I accepted the award from my high school band teacher. After all, “Most likely to wear a bizarre velour outfit and put on an incomprehensible play with her highly intellectual friends” was the superlative I’d wanted.

#LifeIsShort #WhyWasteItBeingNormal

If you microwave an orange for 5 minutes on high, it will make a horrible whining, hissing sound as the juice inside it boils, and then it will explode. If you microwave a plastic fork for 5 minutes on high, it will melt and start to burn, and your assistant principal will smell it and head your way, and you’d better hope you’re faster than she is.

#ProTip

#CafeteriaBoredomCure

It wasn’t the day I graduated high school. Not the day I graduated college. Or grad school. It wasn’t even at 3am while I was on the phone with poison control because, after staying up binging Star Trek, I was so exhausted that I accidentally brushed my teeth with anti-itch cream. No, it was the next evening when I decided I’d better go to bed at 10 to avoid having to call poison control two nights in a row that I realized I had grown up.

#Adulting

Applesauce is excellent during a food fight. Glass jars are not, especially if you should happen to trip and somehow crush them with the weight of your behind.

#AtLeastTheScarIsCool

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