Friendship
I Licked Her Bread
When it comes to confessions, it doesn't get much better than revenge via saliva and soggy bread. We all have roommate drama. Whether it's because of a romantic interest, jealously, making too much noise early in the morning, or because the gossip got out of hand, it's almost always there. Well, mine was the toxic concoction of all of the above and more.
By Isla Berry3 years ago in Confessions
Biggest Strikeout Ever
Biggest Strikeout Ever T Marin and I had decided to go to the cabin for the parents were staying home and we felt we needed a few nights of peace and relaxation. Now if you’ve been reading any of my posts neither of us did peace or relaxation very well, it had been snowing in Big Bear for the last week or so and the drive would be long and arduous.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
Idaho 1 Me 0
Idaho 1 Me 0 So late last summer Tim Ure and I decided to go camping, we’ve both watched every season of Alone so we figured we were ready, I should have figured better. This may get embarrassing for me, but what the fuck, I’ve embarrassed myself so many times already it’s become standard fare.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
Alone
Firsts. Alone Flying to Spokane, Washington on my way to Eastern Washington University I had several things parading through my alleged mind. First and foremost I didn’t know a soul and I’d never been up this far north. My parents had gone to a thing called Marriage Encounter at EWU and liked the area, so they strongly suggested I make my way up there, and of course I did.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
King For A Night
King For A Night John W. Gilmore The 5th floor was the place to be in Johnson Hall on the weekends, and we started the weekend Thursday nights. The Residential Assistant would pack up his bags in the morning and take the Greyhound bus home for the weekend to avoid having to interfere with the Thursday night craziness, when we would order a keg of beer, turn up the music, and invite as many people as possible to crowd into a small dorm room with the challenge of kicking the keg before anyone went home.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Confessions
Miss Bijoux
It was a brisk ,winter's night in Santa Barbara in February of 2015. I had just gotten back into ballroom dancing after what was (and up to this point still is) the worst year of my life. For once, I don't really wan't to go into too much detail, but I'll tell you the basics. I'll only go into the monumental things that sucked on a life altering scale.
By Wendy Sanders3 years ago in Confessions
Fat Thumbs
I couldn’t really believe what I was seeing.. my friend ignored me ... and worse. I seriously might as well have not have existed any more. We hadn’t had any disagreements .. but they were drinking themselves into oblivion for one thing, I was looking at them with fresh eyes, sceptical eyes.. and this was all happening at a point where we would probably never meet again well more accurately, rarely do so... it was therefore so so important to leave things well, and with gratitude. Because it had been a really sweet friendship.
By Gillian Lesley Scott3 years ago in Confessions
Dear Pastor
Dear Tati, The sheer fact that I’m writing an inspirational letter about you that’ll be presented on a public forum is already pretty gross. You don’t have to tell me. It’s a complete reversal of all that our friendship stands for. We don’t do openly affectionate expressions. We barely do it in front of other people and that’s what makes us work. That isn’t to say we don’t share how grateful we are for each other. When we do so, it’s beautiful. Seeing how it’s been a while since the previous friend love fest, here we go. Love me now, hate me later.
By Marquis D. Gibson3 years ago in Confessions
To the Ying to My Yang
Have you ever wanted to go back and have those tough discussions with people who are no longer present? I don't mean in life or death; I'm talking about those no longer in our lives (physical, mental, or just plain cut out). They say with time comes healing and forgiveness, but with our time, it still sits heavy on my heart. To stand from the outside looking in, nothing looked broken. But for the two people who lived it, we have gone through hell and back, slowly chasing our beautiful bond.
By Jackie Fazekas3 years ago in Confessions