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The One About Trader Joe's Chili Spiced Dried Mango
DISCLAIMER: I personally have nothing against raisins- in fact I enjoy eating them as a snack. I only used raisins as an example because I know a lot of people don’t like them and I figured it would make it easier for other people to relate to my story. More importantly, I love mango and almost anything that has mango in it, and chili spiced dried mango is one of my favorite things about Trader Joe’s, so I wanted to give a shoutout to TJ for their dried fruit products.
By James Bao5 years ago in Confessions
Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!
Dear Diary, It’s me again writing to you late at night under the covers while the radio plays softly in the background. I want to tell you something; I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry. Starting this new school is hard because it’s a prep and I’m not used to so much homework or these high expectations. Anyway, let’s not get into that ‘cause that’s not what I want to talk about. I have a bully. Again, yes, of course. It always happens, there has to be one. Her name is Priscilla, she’s different from the other bully’s. Not as mean and she hasn’t pushed me or anything. Her style mostly involves pranks or just being annoying, but she also has this odd way of being around when something not cool happens to me. I think I have a curse, but I swear it’s true. Last week, she came around the corner at exactly the perfect time to see me pick my nose. I mean come on! Not a coincidence, it’s fate, and I’m cursed. I have tried my best to be nice, but I can’t take it anymore. She has got to be stopped. Tomorrow I will tell her she needs to stop bullying me or else… and by else, I mean… well I haven’t gotten that far but I just might tell on her. Ugh, see you later and wish me good luck!
By Danae Giles5 years ago in Confessions
Don't Take Candy From Stranger
Most people who went to college will tell you that it was probably one of the most unforgettable times of their life. The frat parties, the tailgating before the big game on Saturdays, homecoming, and did I forget to mention the parties! We all can admit college is fun. But, sometimes those Y.O.L.A moments will leave you with memories that you can never forget. One moment that I can never forget is the time that I almost got robbed by a one night stand.
By Taylor 5 years ago in Confessions
The Professional Woman
Having a high powered career and a house full of children at the same time is never easy. Having a husband who is always out in the field with the military or collapsed on the couch from exhaustion makes the situation even tenser. The combination of five active children aged 12 and under, a military husband, and a very stressful technical career made my life too busy and complex, and led to a Most Embarrassing Moment.
By Nita Ostroff5 years ago in Confessions
Snotty-Nosed Brat
I was a challenging kid. I was often withdrawn, played with my toys a lot, was moody and emotional, and I could throw a temper tantrum like no one else. I was sensitive and awkward and had learned whether through nature or nurture to avoid conflict. Sure, I was bullied at school, but I was in the middle rungs of the social ladder. I often found it easier to get along with my teachers than my peers and I had a good rapport with most of them.
By Leif Conti-Groome5 years ago in Confessions
Best Party Ever
Part One: The Backstory I didn't know what I was missing. Okay, I'll start off by saying that I think I'm a pretty loyal person. When I like someone, there's really nothing to worry about. I'm pretty great at just sticking around for a long time and not doing anything that might even slightly bother the person I'm with. This included going to parties. During the first half of my freshman year, I was involved in a somewhat long distance relationship (we were 45 minutes apart, but, for two people who didn't have cars, that was a lot of distance). After about a month of school, I had miraculously made a few friends and one night they invited me to go to a karaoke event. That is all they said. Of course, I reply, "Yeah sure, why not?" because wow people want to hang out with me?
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Confessions
Memory Inventory Specialist
I’m what I like to call, a Memory Inventory Specialist. Picture a neat row of filing cabinets in my brain, each with its own little memory tab that I’ve categorized, alphabetized, colour-coded, the whole nine yards. Keep in mind, I have a knack for compartmentalization, so that’s the easy part; you sort the nostalgia, the romance, the life achievements, it’s all pretty simple. But every job has it’s catch-- its annoying boss, its difficult-to-work-with cubicle neighbor.
By Mina Wiebe5 years ago in Confessions
My Bad, Miguel
I am no stranger to embarrassment. My Sagittarius Sun and Gemini Moon pretty much guarantee that. I’m spontaneous and sarcastic, I’m garrulous, I’m moderate to high level impatient, and I’m very easily distracted. I explore broadly and I speak bluntly. I’m also 6’1” and have poor depth perception. Damn near perfect formula for cringeworthy misunderstandings, faux-pas, and mini-dramas.
By Birdy Rain5 years ago in Confessions
Dionysus’ Charge for Admission
All the stuff these fucks stole, why the frozen ribs too? This house is almost as wrecked as my body. So thirsty. Hungry too, but so much stomach pain I don’t know if eating anything heavy will work. I’ve had horrible hangovers before but this is on a whole new plane of existence. I’ve never gotten random pins and needles feelings from hangovers before. Oranges on the counter, maybe that’ll work? Fruit is healthy, oranges are wet, this might be just what I need. Fuck, it’s hard to even peel this thing with my trebling hands. The citrus smell is turning my stomach but it’s been turning since I woke up, and I gotta try something. Oooooooohhhhhhh, the juices filling my mouth in this first bite feel like life. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh, my stomach feels like it’s being torn apart from swallowing this. No more. What’s in the fucking frige? Cold pizza? This usually helps me with hangovers. Hhhhhhuuuuuuggggkkhh, bad idea.
By Mahduud5 years ago in Confessions
Gone
Gone “Three years!” Staring blankly out the window knees pulled to my chest on the wooden bench, despite the crisp rain scented breeze coming in from the lake, I feel as though the air is stagnant and oppressing. The sun as hidden as my smile behind storm clouds on the horizon. I see a tiny ship sailing and I am reminded of how much you loved being on the water.
By Casie Williams5 years ago in Confessions
I Left My Dad Without Saying Goodbye
Is making amends before someone dies always possible or necessary? For more than ten years of my life, I wanted to believe my dad did change. I felt it was my duty to build a relationship with him. His kidney problems then later a possible tumor influenced this decision. Never mind the unjustified wrath he poured out onto my mom, my first two brothers, and me when we all still lived with him.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 5 years ago in Confessions
The Choice...
Imagine, tall, dark hair, fit, broad shoulders, the most gorgeous deep blue eyes you’ve ever seen, an insanely beautiful smile, literally the most gorgeous man. Everything about him is what I envisioned in my partner in life. Except wait for it…ahhh yes, of course he is married...
By Alisha Owens5 years ago in Confessions
