thesporkgirl
thesporkgirl
thesporkgirl

When I was 6, I hated anything to do with dresses, hair styles etc (not that much has changed, minus realizing that wearing dresses is amazing because it's a whole outfit that just fits over your head and done!). For a birthday party, my mom stuffed me into a stupid crinoline dress and did my very long hair in

I was also a too-old-to-throw-tantrums kid when my meltdown happened (I'm guessing maybe even as old as 10 or 11?). My poor mother was alone for the evening with me (I think Dad had gone to deer camp or something, sister was at a sleepover) and there was a band playing at the band shell in a town an hour away that she

I have this rock that I found as a kid on holiday, apparently I thought it was shaped like a baby so I called it Jenny (I'm an only child, had to make friends where I could). Thing is we were on holiday in Spain so my parents actually allowed me to pack a a fairly big rock and take it on plane. I look at it sometimes

I once went to a formal event in college and was supposed to meet a guy friend there. I had invited him, and he was coming later because I had a special invitation to a thing beforehand that I couldn't bring him to. I had invited him in what I thought was clearly a "we have been almost romantic for weeks now, here's a

"My kid just wasn't doing the things other kids were doing, you know?"

Oh, I know this feel. My son's preschool teacher decided to put on a show, and added a tap dance number just for my son. He didn't know how to tap dance, but he loved to tap around in the tap shoes. He used to wear a sparkly red bowler hat and a ruffly red velvet tuxedo shirt, and just tap his little heart out.

I did that, except I spent the afternoon stapling up flyers, sobbing, and clomping around in a pair of vintage heels that were about to break. I cussed out all my room mates for their carelessness. They must have left the door open. They were terrible people. I finally flopped on my bed and called my boyfriend,

Oh my god. I DID THIS. Except my fucking stupid drunk friends left the door open one morning to "let in some fresh air" (I'M SORRY DID WE FORGET WINDOWS FUCKING EXIST?). Cat got out, behind my apartment complex. thank god there's just some woods and a fucking church back there. i'm hungover as fuck, screaming and

I didn't have a full public meltdown, but in a situation sort of like your first one, I told the guy he needed to get his shit together and date me. He didn't really have much of a response.

I've had many cats over the years. They're all dicks and they all love to play "Hide And Go Fuck Yourself Human".

All of us with curly hair have had this meltdown. I don't know WTF hair dressers train on, but apparently it's only fucking straight hair that when you cut one inch off, it stays at one inch.

One of my biggest fears is that one of my cats will sneak out an open door or window of my house (we live next to a busy street and near a mountain reserve full of hungry coyotes). One night we had a party where people were going in and out a lot. Once the party ended and everyone drunkenly went to bed, I did a final

I was working two jobs at this time. One was a small business that I owned that was majorly struggling and slowly driving me to bankruptcy. The other was at a home improvement store where I was constantly picking up nails in my tires. I was patching them, replacing them with retreads in singles rather than sets, and

Not me (emotionally repressed 4 lyfe) but my then-14-year old sister:

One of my last semesters in college I had let my roommate talk me into renting an apartment at a really weird apartment complex in Austin called the Metropolis which was painted psychedelic colors and housed a lot of artistic and obviously drug friendly people. I was a middle class kid from a small town and a huge

I have two, and I can't decide which is worse.

Great submissions in last week's Pissing Contest, but I think Meezer5 is the winner in our hearts:

Ok, so this whole thing started after a bad breakup (natch. He broke up with me by telling me hid new girlfriend had "eyes like the sea after a storm" I know where that's from motherfucker! I know." So a bunch of my friends take me out for drinks and dancing, and one of them is dating one of the party bus drivers and

I've only really gone off/freaked out when not getting sleep in similar situations as you. Once when doing a study abroad I was in an apartment with the loudest most obnoxious students. I asked the person who was in control of our room and board to move me to another apartment and they said they had a lease and didn't

I'm normally a very nice person who values politeness and kindness- until this one day. I had just moved from a pedestrian-friendly city to one that required a car, and was still adjusting to car culture when I got really sick and had to go to the doctor. The office was in one of the busiest areas of the city, and I