Apr 15, 2011 at 2:55am | Leave a comment
I'm on my way to the airport and I imagine that the driver is instead taking me somewhere to murder me and leave the body and I am relieved. Not that I don't enjoy life.
Ferguson Proves Every Black Person in America is a Target
IT HAPPENED TO ME: My Online Date Called Me a Cheap-Looking, Anorexic C*** Because I Rejected Him
IT HAPPENED TO ME: My Best Friend Got Hit On By My Rapist
IT HAPPENED TO ME: A Bed Bug Saved Me From A Toxic Work Situation
IT HAPPENED TO ME: I Divorced My Husband Because He Raped Me
I AM ANGELA CHASE: Remembering "My So-Called Life," 20 Years Later
10 Things to Buy For Your Home If 'Human Genitalia' Is Your Décor Inspiration
OUTFIT OF THE WEEK: The Sun Came Back!
Traveling While Interracial: 5 Tips for Traveling in the South as an Interracial Couple
IT HAPPENED TO ME: A UTI Made Me Faint In The Toilet Stall Of A Japanese Underground Station
IT HAPPENED TO ME: I’ve Been Going Blind Since I Was 19 -- In Secret
Pills for Breakfast: What It’s Like to Be a Woman in Pain
IT HAPPENED TO ME: I Spent A Weekend At A Wedding With My Ex-Boyfriend Pretending We Were Still Together
8 Movie Titles That Sound Like "It Happened To Me" Stories
17 Things White People Need To Know About #YesAllBlackPeople
xoJane.com is where women go when they are being selfish, and where their selfishness is applauded.
About | Advertise | Contact
© 2014 SAY Media, Inc.
All Rights Reserved | Terms & Conditions