Friends don't give friends seven orgasms. (MORE below)
- added October 14, 2008
- 5 responses
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- arcticspirit
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One Sentence is about telling your story, briefly. Insignificant stories, everyday stories, or turning-point-in-your-life stories, boiled down to their bare essentials.
The idea was born from a blog entry several years ago that got 14 million responses.
Here are a few more...
As my friend was trying to explain to the 911 operator that we needed an ambulance at a biking trail named "Who's your daddy," I realized that I would be laying on the ground for a long time before being rescued.
As I stood shivering and topless outside 7-11 at 3 in the morning with a strange woman who was just let out of jail, I wondered whether it was a sign to stop drinking or a suggestion to drink more. (wonder if this was a chick that wrote this? a.s.)
When my three year old said that all "towel heads are evil," I knew it was time to explain how grandpop was a racist.
(This one is deep, kinda sad. But powerful. I almost didn't include because it wasn't funny, but it is well done. a.s.)
Three were raped, one abused, one is forever unsatisfied with who she is, two, maybe three are cutters, one truly believes she's a slut by nature, one is seventeen with the mind of a ten year old, one is an orphan, one is as mental as I am, and I wouldn't trade any of them for all the perfect friends in the world.
After your twin brother got me pregnant, I was relieved that the baby would still look like you.
Walking downtown, holding hands with my long-haired boyfriend, I often wondered how many people who saw us from behind thought we were lesbians.
When you said I wasn't allowed to say anything at the funeral because it would be "improper," I knew I hated you.
You know you live in a hippie commune when you go to bed alone and wake up with three other people and think this is normal.
As I woke up from my nap to find written on my feet "This is my momma and you can't have her," I realized that my child is very, very strange.
I lost my virginity in a fraternity bunk bed, I lost my dignity on the fire escape the next morning, and I lost my sanity buying the pregnancy test the next month.
After stealing his email password, I figured I'd find he was cheating on me with several women in several cities, but instead found he was cheating on me with lots of men in lots of cities.
On that note.. I'm sure we have better here.
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- arcticspirit
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The sun is rising, glittering off the water, shimmering waves, I walk in the sand, feet wet with water, feel breeze in my hair, this is where I grew up... I am in Okinawa, smell of the ocean, as I am running, my feet splash in the shallows, effortless, running.. wind softly around me, I am dreaming.
Your turn.
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- arcticspirit
- 1 month ago
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Today I did nothing. No one said it had to be a good story.
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- ChristmasAsen
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very deep,Life can be very bitter at times but in the same sense rewardin. Though u never do intend to forget ur past do u?
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Both of us knew on some spiritual level that, after today, we would never see one another again, so our determination to do all of the things we had discussed during the previous night of drunken passion, the art museum, the gay bar in the roughest part of town, and finally the sunset from the deserted parking lot of our old high school confessing our mutual sins since graduation, became more pronounced.
How's that?
