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SUPER TACO
Customer service is a strange thing. you go somewhere, see someone working there, they seem happy or at least, like a normal person, and they greet you. They assist you with problems, they try to make you comfortable and then when you leave, hopefully you think back fondly on the fact you had a pleasant experience and this employee helped make that happen. then at a later point in time you get your first job in customer service, and the truth is revealed to you.
By Patrick Sweet4 years ago in Confessions
Not a day goes by
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Not a day goes by that I wish you would have listened to me and taken that bus instead. Not a day goes by that I wish I was with you at the time of the crash. Not a day goes by that I don't mourn you. I miss your scent that perforated my nose. I miss your kisses upon my forehead. I miss the silly faces you would make when I was down. I miss you, and i still love you, and I always will. Life can be cruel, but death can be worse. Not a day goes by that I can't help but think what could have been.
By Julianne Algueseva4 years ago in Confessions
Loving You Loudly
emerson My life used to be amazing. It used to be everything I spent my whole childhood working towards. I was on a full ride, leading the lineup and starting at second base for Arizona State University as a freshman. I had an incredible boyfriend and an amazing family.
By Aubree4 years ago in Confessions
The Year That Recess Died
Recess. Arguably the best part about school growing up as a kid. Nothing felt better than throwing off the shackles of the classroom and bolting outside towards freedom, your friends in tow. Wind, snow, or humidity that made even your eye-balls sweat. It didn't matter what the heavens tossed our way. It was recess time, it was ours, and it was sacred.
By Luna Quill4 years ago in Confessions
You’ll never be able to wear a dress!
When I was a little girl I hurt my knees a lot. Isn’t that normal? For kids to play and get hurt? There was this older girl, a neighbor, she saw me with crusts on my knee skin and she told me to stop getting hurt so much, otherwise I won’t be able to wear a short skirt when I was older.
By Estera Lupu4 years ago in Confessions
King Sized Psychology
I’ve always felt most comfortable in a king sized bed. At 6’2”, it’s the perfect size for me to fully starfish myself. I spent quite a bit of time with my grandparents growing up and they had a king in their guest bedroom, so I can accurately tell you what it’s like to physically grow into a king sized bed. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize the emotionality of physical items. Having such a big bed makes a shift in you, whether you’re sleeping in it alone or with others. Ultimately your choice of bed size depends on how you choose to perceive that space and if you’re going to assign it meaning, whether it’s just space or something more. In the pursuit of wanting to purchase my own king sized bed as an adult, particularly in romantic relationships, that perception of space has left me questioning: Am I growing up or are we growing apart?
By CTB4 years ago in Confessions
The Coloring Book
My dad is a rowdy teenager in a middle aged man’s body. I’m not joking. He likes to party with his friends, chain smoke, rides a Harley and lives in screen prints and tennis shoes. He only dresses up for weddings and funerals, that is, if you call darker jeans and a button up shirt dressing up, and has in more than one stage of his life proudly sported a mullet. There’s no filter in his brain and he’ll say things that will embarrass everyone in hearing range. As a storyteller and entertainer by his very nature he’ll tell you the same story over and over again. I can guarantee you’ll laugh every time.
By Leigh Ann Tuttle4 years ago in Confessions
Human connection is more authentic when sober
Mocktails will save your life. As a casual wine drinker (it's 5 o'clock somewhere), I had to immediately find a substitute beverage for my evenings and social events. Sparkling water became my go-to, either alone or with juices and fresh or frozen fruit (still served in a wine glass for old times' sake). La Croix and cranberry-apple is my staple, but don't forget about smoothies and any (virgin) summer cocktail. When out at the bars, soda water and a lime will keep anyone from asking you where your drink is.
By Gina Stefan4 years ago in Confessions
Now That It’s Almost Over
I have begun spotting. And what could spotting be at my age except a harbinger of perimenopause which is a harbinger of menopause? Last night I asked Google, What causes spotting? Why am I spotting? How long does spotting last? Then I asked Google to go deeper: Show me images of spotting. Show me images of extreme spotting. Show me images of spotting gone horribly wrong. Google was only too happy to oblige.
By Daphne Faye4 years ago in Confessions
