11:08:05 AM 08/10/18 by Icydice
You there, sitting behind the computer screen reading this. You clicked on this page expecting a ritual, right? It's all in the title of course. Well, I've got an interesting one for you. A ritual that I myself created, and am willing to share with you. Now, imagine this. Babies within a room, screaming and crying at the top of their lungs. A busy subway train where nobody seems to know how to keep their damn mouths shut. Perhaps your apartment neighbor is too busy playing his loud, obnoxious music upstairs to realize that people like you need their beauty sleep. Seeing a common trend here? The world is so full of noise these days that it seems like there's never a place on Earth where one can relax. But, what if there was? What if there was a place you could retreat to any time you like, and escape from real...

03:46:37 AM 07/21/18 by HopelessNightOwl
To The Editor:

I disagree with the school board’s decision to demolish the Baumer Auditorium.  The auditorium is still a perfectly functional venue and, unfortunately, one of the only real assets we have to attract families to this district.

The board claims the decision stems from the damage sustained in last year’s fire as well as budget overruns and the age of the structure.  But why tear it down entirely?  Why was the proposal for a bond issue to fix the damage immediately shot down?  The fire only damaged a small portion of the complex, and it was determined that the safety of the building will not have been compromised if the damage is simply fixed.  And in my opinion, the budget problems are only an issue due to the principles of capacity and opportunity cost: we simply haven't be...

06:57:34 PM 06/04/18 by DoviDoes
Salutations my fellow Cat Coveters, Feline Fanciers, and Pussy Protectors. As you can see, I'm a longtime lurker, first-time poster. This is the board for judgment-free venting, right? Great. Because I've just gotta say it.

My cat is pissing me off.

I know, I know. Mind your whiskers and, more importantly, the rules. And maybe, if you're still reading, hear me out.

Cat's name is Renegade Sam. Never met a neutered cat that was so horny. My first cat Ripley is way into it. Beautiful couple, should post pics soon.

The Gader wasn't originally mine. Bought him as a kitten for my Grandpa Chip after grandma died. Grandpa wasn't old enough for a Home yet and we all know what great company cats are.

Now, 10 years later, they've both moved in with me. Got them all ...

01:11:41 AM 05/26/18 by KingMob
               The Right Thing
                       A Story by King Mob


   I need to tell you a story that I'd rather not. I don't have anyone to really turn to with this kind of thing, and now I'm relying on the kindness of an anonymous community of strangers to unload this burden on. It all begins about a year ago, during what would best be left an unspoken chapter of my life. My Grandmother, whom I lived with as a full time caretaker had just passed away, and I was forced back out into the wide world, penniless, friendless, and jobless to try and fend for myself. Desperate for something to cling on to, I flooded every business in town I could think of with a stream of job applications. Day after day I'd visit each store I applied to, requesting to speak to a manager to discuss my prospects of working. ...

01:50:50 AM 03/31/18 by Wolfman Lou
At the age of twenty two, I had finally saved up enough money from working to put down a security deposit and rent an extra month in advance on a house. It wasn't anything fancy, as anyone's first house is. A simple, single-level three bed, one bath. Hell, I didn't even really need the extra bedrooms, but it was nice to have sort of an office space and a spare room for storage. It even had a basement which, like most suburban homes, was where the washing machine and dryer were kept.

The idea of having a place of your own is a bit of a double-edged sword. There is the freedom to do whatever you please, but then, living alone as I did, all the responsibilities fall to one person, not to mention the occasional pangs of loneliness. I didn't have many friends, and the ones I did, I didn't see often. It ...