tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post1928792151388067581..comments2023-11-24T03:11:03.331-06:00Comments on You Get What You Get: Time to ShareWriterGrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18311438803372879731noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post-49179027048604797292007-11-06T05:13:00.000-06:002007-11-06T05:13:00.000-06:00Oh man, I still cringe when I think of this, but h...Oh man, I still cringe when I think of this, but here goes. When I was in my early 20s I wrote a sassy letter to the editor of this hip humor magazine that has spawned writers everyone has probably heard of. When I got home from work one Friday I had a message from one of the magazine's staff members saying they loved my letter, wanted to publish it, and wanted to talk to me more. I called back but the person who called me had already gone home for the week. At that time in my life I was pretty much unable to contain any stupid impulse that I had, so I called information and got the staff member's number, then CALLED HIM AT HOME. As you can imagine, he thought I was a freaky stalker. The magazine never published my letter and folded shortly thereafter.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11563829976522188467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post-22857323153349692522007-11-05T00:02:00.000-06:002007-11-05T00:02:00.000-06:00Hmm, shall I tell you about the time the popular g...Hmm, shall I tell you about the time the popular girls befriended me just long enough to get invited to my birthday pool-party, then went back to treating me like pond scum the day after the party? Or the time when they told my best friend that SHE'd be popular if she'd only tell the entire school bus who I had a crush on? Or the time a girl poured a carton of iced tea in my hair just because I had the nerve to sit in front of her on the bus? Take your pick.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post-86997416894842615022007-11-04T01:36:00.000-06:002007-11-04T01:36:00.000-06:00Wow, your prom story especially made me cringe. H...Wow, your prom story especially made me cringe. <BR/><BR/>Hm. I'll have to give this challenge some thought. I thought I was already spilling my worst to the Internet. But I'll have to look back to childhood... I'm nerdy, but I've come to terms with that -- and I'm so risk averse, I rarely get myself into a situation that might be embarrassing. Again, hm.Mary P Jones (MPJ)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10251787926841410344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post-43035152504241525032007-11-03T09:42:00.000-05:002007-11-03T09:42:00.000-05:00Please Andrea.I did that in the summer when my kid...Please Andrea.<BR/>I did that in the summer when my kid was in the NICU. One of the doctors had to come over and tell me she could see my underwear.moplanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998309937928231527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post-29505027377721560552007-11-02T13:06:00.000-05:002007-11-02T13:06:00.000-05:00I've been wracking my brain for days trying to com...I've been wracking my brain for days trying to come up with one that I didn't mind telling the interwebs, and all I can come up with right now is this lame one:<BR/><BR/>In second grade, I loved wearing cute little skirts. I had a little red, white, and blue one that I absolutely loved. The bathrooms in the second grade were situated between 2 classrooms, essentially linking the two. Well, I was wearing this favorite skirt one day when I hurried to the bathroom, did my business, washed my hands, and hurried back out so that I didn't miss whatever it was we were doing. In my rush, I failed to notice that half my skirt was tucked into my underwear until half the class was already in hysterics. Needless to say I still check my skirts JUST TO MAKE SURE.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09654221659666974164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21565739.post-47573271847101763912007-10-31T12:19:00.000-05:002007-10-31T12:19:00.000-05:00Gawd woman I thought I liked you.I want to click a...Gawd woman I thought I liked you.<BR/>I want to click away but I need you to be my friend. That last line makes me feel like I'm that girl reading the note in the bathroom.<BR/>Here goes. <BR/>I was a nerd, then I reformed, now I'm a nerd again.<BR/>My highschool boyfriend was captain of the football team, played for the provincial (state) rugby team and a total bastard who was sleeping with the girl who was supposed to be my college roomate. <BR/>So I guess had a hot date for prom, played sports, went to all the parties in highschool and I didn't hate highschool but I sure hate thinking about what an idiot I was. <BR/>I try not to regret the past but I think perhaps that time spent with your parents was better than what I was doing at the same time on prom night.moplanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998309937928231527noreply@blogger.com