random confessions
 

purge P Pronunciation Key (pûrj)
v. purged, purg·ing, purg·es
v. tr.
To free from impurities; purify.
To remove (impurities and other elements) by or as if by cleansing.

(grouphug style, but not anonymous or gratuitous for humor)
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when i walk around campus listening to music on my headphones i always become really conscious of how i'm walking and how my legs are moving with/against the beat; sometimes i become so over-conscious that i have to turn off my music or sit down on a bench and fiddle with something for a minute

after i lock my door, throw my keys in my backpack, i check to make sure it's all zipped up at least 3 times on the way to school

I grew up in Texas... and when this happened I was 15... I'd been doing community theater for 4 years...

By that time, I was basically 'constant cast member x'... initially a novelty probably ("Ooooh... look at the little guy playin' actor-man..."), but I was headlining plays by the time I was 13.

Anyway, I was 15 and we were doing a performance of 'Butterflies are Free'... or at least we were ramping up quickly to opening night. I played a side-character... a one or two scene laywer, but I was mostly crew.

One week before opening night, I just stopped going. No more rehearsals, I didn't answer my phone, and even when my cast-mates drove 15 miles outside of town to talk to me... I refused to open the door. I just sat there, in full view of the window... Ignoring them. I didn't attend any of the performances, and I never went back to that troupe again.

I have no idea why. I wasn't scared, I wasn't angry... I was just... 'done', I guess. I kept doing school plays for the next few years... but at a different school in a different town, and then in a different state altogether.

The worst part was that my best friend (since we were seven) Nathan was headlining the play... and I just left him and my closest friends... basically my family... high and dry. With no explanation.

When I was 23, I tracked Nathan down... he'd gone to the college he'd planned to, and a quick Google search got me his e-mail address.

I sent him an apology... he thanked me, said all was forgiven... we did the 'we'll keep in touch' line... but that never went anywhere.

Man....

Are we supposed to be a little sad after doing these?

*a little sad*

Also, my cat has thick, thick fur... and he doesn't let me brush him. He bites my hand, runs away. I try to bribe him with catnip, but he pushes it off my little table onto the floor and hops down to enjoy it.

So by mid-Summer he gets little knots in his fur that I have to cut out.

What's weird is he has no problem letting me take scissors to him... rolls around... purrs... splays all out. He loves it.

I knicked him the other day.

:(

He's been all nice about it since then... but now he hops outta my chair if I pick up the scissors.

i once killed a goldfish and then he died

Recite the ASCII code for “I done did wrong” five times in reverse numberic sequence, then reboot, kiss the hand you use to guide your mouse, trackball, or stylus, and wipe your hand on your shirt clockwise around the heart area.

There. Now you are forgiven.

I figuratively beat a dead horse.

i hate chocodiles- they are really gross

I am dating this guy now. I promised not to date, to NYC (I think she is still waiting for me:) ) but I am. He is a biker, and a member of a "club". He is kind of wild and crazy looking, but he is a sweet heart to me. I told him that I had no interest in meeting his fellow "club" members, and he is cool with that. We are going to get together with my brother and his wife in a couple of weeks so he can start meeting my family. My brother has no problem with it, but, hey, family can be fairly tolerant. But, sheesh, my mom and dad? I think they will freak out if they get to meet him. His appearance is nothing like what he is.

Don't forget about that initiation process!


I like the smell of Ice....

I hate sisters who cut their toenails on the couch and don't vacuum up the clippings. Or pick their teeth with their dinner fork.Don't judge a book by its cover. Why does he get to meet your family already?

I will not be a member of a club, I will just be dating him. Or am I deluded?

If the relationship gets serious, you are deluded if you think he will give up his friends & lifestyle for a chick.

I don't expect him to give up anything, I want to know him, not his gang. I would like to get to know him better, but not be expected to be a part of his gang. He seems to think this is a possibilty.

Yeah, it is. And if it gets serious, you get to meet the gang.

Sometimes on the elevator at work, I look at people and imagine myself screaming at them the most unflattering, cringeworthy epithets I can muster up, all the while keeping my expression carefully neutral, to see if anyone reacts because maybe they can "hear" my thoughts if they're shocking enough.

Once, there were mice in the apartment that I shared with a college roommate. I was okay with that, since I'd kept mice as pets, but my roommate was freaked out about it. For some reason I ended up being the one to do something about it :rolleyes: And since I didn't really want to hurt the mousies, I asked our apartment managers if they had any "humane" traps. They gave me these little flat things filled with sticky gluey stuff, and told me to put a piece of cheese on them.
I put out three of these. One of them caught a big big BIG freakin' roach. No problem. The other two caught mice. One of them just had his leg stuck. I took him outside and pried him free with a popsicle stick. He ran away, in the grass. The other one was stuck to the glue, on his side. There was no way I would ever get him free without hurting him badly. So I filled the kitchen sink with water, turned the trap upside down, and drowned him so he wouldn't starve to death.

I still hate myself for this.

I told my mom about it. The next Christmas, she gave me a little fake mouse with angel wings and a halo to put on my tree. She said the mouse forgave me. :(

Are you sure he didn't die, and THEN you killed him?

I am here when no-one else is.

When I was 10 years old, I went on a trip to London with my school. We stayed in a hotel and all had our own rooms.

On the way home, I forgot to hand the key in at reception, a few hours later and in a state of panic, I figured the best thing to do would be destroy the evidence. I dropped the key down a grid.

:eek:

inner orientation
 

i occasionally get confused when i go to the cinema. when i go to the cinema i only feel comfortable if i can seat myself some way to the left of the centre of the screen. when i am with someone it's important that they sit to my right

of course this type of seating arrangement is not always possible but it really does make me uncomfortable and cramped if i have to seat myself in a way that goes against my inner orientation

it's like when you sit down at the dinner table with your family or close friends - there will automatically be some sort of seating arrangement

i used to collect garden snakes in the yard and dump them in this old fish tank

they were all named vince

also, i used to name all my dolls annie

I often picture Hell as the place where, after death, you go to see your most shameful and embarrassing moments (public and private) replayed while you sit in the middle of an audience of everyone you've ever known, reliving it all with them.

you know....that's a good question.


I confess to eating way too much food for lunch.......OUCH!!

when my sister and I were kids I went to the kitchen to get myself some yogurt. Fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt was the only kind around. As I opened it up, my sister wanted to try it. I gave her a big spoonful right off the top. She hated it and I was happy she wouldn't ever want it and I could have all the yogurt to myself.

I just snuck in my daughters room as she slept and ate/chewed the last of her 'Watermelon Blast Bubble Yum Bubble Gum'. :eek:

I play this waaaaaay too much.

I consumed a YuGiOh pop of ratlet's. I predict it will be several years before I need to do that again.

Is that it? Man, are we Saints or what? ;)

I once drenched, swallowed, and vomited a bucket of fake blood made up of corn syrup and red food coloring in room 449 at my university and left it for the janitor to clean up.

I hacked into my college course records dBase and shredded the freshman class for a day. I made a back-up and put it back the next day. No one ever caught what I did.

i once had a grease stain on a shirt once i liked the shirt so i covered the entire thing in margarin and washed it a bunch of times. it actually worked and i wore it lots more. only in the summer when it got hot sometimes it would smell and onetime someone asked me if i smelled popcorn and i said "who would be cooking popcorn here? you crazy idiot".

you only did that because fodder likes popcorn....admit it.

if i answered that then it would not be a random confession


but that was a true story

you're such a liar

exactly

*poof*

i still have that shirt

ill take a picture

yeah - but you won't show us
or you'll leave it up for one hour and then take it down

exactly

*poof*