Embarrassment
Playdoh Bikini FAIL
Let me tell you the story of when my two besties (Jessica and Chelsea) and I had a sleepover that went embarrassing for Jessica! But, of course, it started like every other sleepover. First, it was convincing my friend Jessica's mom to take us to the store for snacks. We got chips, chocolate, gummies, and of course Slurpee's! Then to our local Blockbuster (note this is 1998) to rent a movie. I wish I could tell you what we rented, but other points of this night are forever stuck in my mind. When we got back to Jessica's house, it was a little too early to start a movie. So, we decided to play truth or dare. No sleepover is legit if you don't play truth or dare. We dared each other to kiss Jessica's younger brother, tell the truth about your current crush, tell a dirty secret, etc. You know moral truth or dare protocols. After a few rounds and some good laughs, we decided to move on. Putting on the latest Back Street Boy cd, we danced around and sang (poorly, I might add). Then our tummy's started to rumble. We left Jessica's room and asked her mom if she could order a pizza for us? I know we could have eaten the junk, but that was for the movies and a snack at 2 am. Jessica's mom said ok and ordered us the pizza. It would be about 30 minutes to arrive. Now what? That's when Chelsea noticed on the kitchen table Jessica's little brother's playdoh set. She suggested we play with the playdoh. So we did.
By Melissa Bezborotko 4 years ago in Confessions
Can you keep a Secret?
I start my day with wonder in my mind and a sensation of worrying. Will someone blow my cover? Will I have to pretend I’m someone who I am not? Will I have to lie ? Will I have to think of a way out of being accused that I am a homosexual! Starting off with the choice of clothing tells a lot about an individual. My ideal outfit everyday consists of 501 Levi jeans, White t-shirt , Black windbreaker, and Black low cut vans with white crew Nike socks. Although based on what is considered gay, I would love to wear some distressed light blue jeans with a black t-shirt to portray my feminine side. Knowing that I can’t let that side of myself be known willingly I hold back hurting myself deep inside. Going with the grain can be a struggle as if I did not choose to hide my sexuality all through out elementary school, junior high , and highschool here I am dressing as normal as can be to distract any attention brought to me. I quickly get myself together and head out the door to a family gathering.
By Ray Gutierrez4 years ago in Confessions
Football Crazy: When what you love hurts you.
I love football, I love playing it and watching it but it gets annoying when you have to go in the back of the boot of the car. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. I’m a little guy and therefore I can squeeze into little spaces. This can be useful mostly for the benefit of others and to my detriment. Whenever the ball went over the fence, everyone looked at me as if to say ‘go on, you now the drill’. I couldn’t help feeling that I was at a party with friends only the host and everyone else aspect you to serve the meal. I mean come on — its not even my ball.
By Mohamed Ali4 years ago in Confessions
Walking towards the light
"Can you feel the electricity?" Says a man with a butterfly tattoo, I say "yes." I pass him back his plasma ball. He puts the plasma ball back inside his bag, then he asks me for a donation. I tell him "I might have some money in my pocket for you." I search my right pocket and I take out a $20 dollar bill, then I pass him the money. Next, he tells me "thank you." I respond by saying "you are welcome."
By Genesis Smalls4 years ago in Confessions
7:36
7:36. Why was it.... SHIT! I jump out of bed, and I mentally strangle myself for letting this happen again. Work started six minutes ago, which means I would normally be driving up right about now. Damn it damn it damn it! Why does this always happen? I pick up my phone, which suprisingly has no angry messages yet, and I text my boss, letting him know how embarrisingly late I will be in today. Which excuse should I use this time? No you idiot, just tell the truth for once. I let him know I overslept, but I intentionally omit the part where I stayed up till 4:00 a.m. doing something no boss would accept as a valid excuse.
By Itsactuallywarren 4 years ago in Confessions
Upstairs at the Shelter
The Room upstairs At the time, I had an iPhone. The carrier had discontinued service because they wanted me to pay my bill for some reason. There was a payphone on the floor; Olivia had texted me her cellphone number; one afternoon, I called her.
By Lawson Wallace4 years ago in Confessions
Never Wearing Pleather Again
College - that time in our lives where we are at the gateway of figuring ourselves out. At least, that was where I was and the excuse I am going to use for the reason in my choice of clothing in the story I am about to share. Not to paint a stereotypical picture, but I was homeschooled most of my life, so I wore very modest clothing. I still do 20 years later. I have never told this story to anyone, except for one close friend last year that was asking for funny stories. She was having a bad day and for some reason, that night came flooding back.
By Sarah Langevin4 years ago in Confessions
I didn’t told this to anyone
"The heepies lived here." My Russian landowner stopped to ensure I comprehended. "What? Gracious, the hipsters." "Indeed, the heepies. Insane tones on everything when we purchased this. Hallucinogenic. My siblings and my dad and I needed to paint everything."
By Asmita Paudel4 years ago in Confessions
So She Said She Was a Taurus
My phone vibrated vigorously across the coffee table to notify me that I had just matched with a woman named Avalon. My dating profile was a catfish fried hard, nothing serious, but a feast of content nonetheless. I conveyed a toothy grin with a meme that included yoda, which was well-played by me, it being the digital equivalent to, "I think retro is cool, not old." Only to be followed by a photo that never showed my face but silouhetted my body, kind of like the “who’s that Pokémon” segment that airs right before the commercials. Lastly, sprinklings of witty banter garnished with my assumed taste in good music.
By Déja 4 years ago in Confessions
In and Out
There are five of us in the living room. Mother, Pop, Jordan, the dog, and myself. Mother falls right asleep leaving the rest of us to our own worlds. My brother rocks back forth watching heavy metal music covers, my father escapes reality by putting on his soundproof wireless headphones watching God knows what. The half-blind dog sits there looking at me and everyone else and then back at me expecting me to do something, or waiting for me to get it food. But I sit there on my recliner; alone, tired, and filled with exhaustion. Not the type of exhaustion where you had a full day of work and just feel like spreading your arms and legs, but the mental type. The type where you feel like you just need to die. Yeah, Die.
By Joshua Alejandro4 years ago in Confessions
