Want something to look at while waiting for your late friend to show up?

Here’s the story of the first time I did shrooms.

It was the fall of my freshman year of college... We were two months into school, and I didn’t have many friends.

At the time, I was creepily skinny and made mostly of pimples.

Also, my “college personality” that I had carefully crafted over the summer had not been the overwhelming success I’d assumed it would be.

Want a break from news stuff that actually matters?

Here’s the story of my first kiss. I was 15 and at a summer camp for kids who wanted to be academically challenged over the break.

My mom had assured me it was “not a camp for nerds”.

It VERY much was.

Here’s a story.

So about a month ago, my coat was stolen. This was not fun.... It became even less fun when I remembered what I’d left in the, now stolen, coat.