Whoa, some crazy comments on that story. (As per usual for the internet.)

Wrod. I'm both reassured and dismayed that the whackaloons exist in other towns, not just my own. But it does bear out the "never read the comments on the news stories" rule I try to keep to.

I think we've talked about this before. We had a two year overlap; I was class of '90. I was at Shelton 2 years and then moved to a house in Brookline around the corner from (among other things) T. Anthony's. $1 Slice Pizza!

You're right we have, because I remember the T. Anthony's detail. I also lived around the corner and a block away from there for 9 years (Naples road) starting in '89.

9 y.o. girl swallowed by sinkhole while running to first base.

I guess God wanted her to get thrown out at first base.

So when I think of the hell I went through in the dorm, I also think of the people I helped by telling the story....

That's great.

msbelle, gmail is being shirty with me and I've got to get some things done before the end of the day so I'll reply from home.

ok

I now have a temporary crown and have to chew on the left side of my mouth for two weeks. Also, no popcorn. Sigh. And I have to wait to eat anything until the numbness wears off so I don't chew on my cheek, and I'm really hungry (haven't had anything since 11:00 last night--late dinner). I've got a turkey sandwich waiting for me to get sensation in my right cheek, damnit!

I can't imagine having sex while someone other than my partner is in proximity. Hell, I don't want to do it if someone else is in the guest room.

I feel the same now, but when in college I had a very different sense of boundaries.

when in college I had a very different sense of boundaries.

"No authority figures around? No one I want to impress? Let's do it!"

"No authority figures around? No one I want to impress? Let's do it!"

This is so me. If it would have only come down to sex, I wouldn't be worried. But it's got anything to do with my current tact regime.

Tricky 23.