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My soon to be mother in law has decided the only reason I’m not good enough for her son is because I’m fat.
She said, “you’re the best ever” and I choose to believe her.
“I don’t love you” was the only lie I ever told her.
Over the weekend, I pulled a groin muscle.....it wasn’t mine.
I did not fellate that biscuit (cookie), it just looked that way.
Some coffee was spilled in the excitement of doing it the very first time.
I get really, really, really angry when people don’t do what they say.
If I could drive 900 miles, strangle you, and bury your body before work tonight, I would without hesitation.
I often wonder if I should be attending church somewhere, but then I realize that I am sleeping with someone in a relationship and curse like a sailor on leave.
I wish I could stop reading the IM where he told me he loved me and would never forget me, but even though it makes me cry every time, I can’t-it’s all i have left of him.
You said I should quit drinking, then why don’t you quit driving me to it?
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
It unnerves me when my husband talks about having kids.
I am completely superficial - it’s all about appearances.
Sometimes people are understanding and forgiving that it makes me ill. What’s wrong with an occasional throttling?
but not if it’s so early that instead i post it in the confessional…
“quick!” she thought. “if i post this at 4am i won’t lose out by posting later...”
One of these days, I’m going to tell you to FUCK OFF and go back to hell where you came from...Too bad I know that’s the day you’ll realize how much you really do love me.
Tic Tac Toe almost got me in trouble!
I spend too much time playing tic tac toe
i asked the first grade class where do you look to find out all about anythinh you want to know and, after 10 minutes of guessing (socratic method), not one came up with the desired answer: a book.
I think I broke Scrine.
Withdrawals are much worse than actually overdoing it.
I don’t drink to numb myself, I drink with the hopes of feeling something.....anything.
I annoy myself.
I just ate several more Tim-Tams in a sitting than I promised myself I would.
I haven’t cleaned my house in a month.
If my kid doesn’t nap NOW, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through today.
I don’t approve of violence, which is unfortunate because I’m very good at it.
At the Goodwill,I bought a shirt covered with gigantic clocks and hourglasses.
I threw away his shirt, the one with the gigantic clocks and hourglasses all over it.
I am sad that all I seem to be teaching my daughter about marriage is how to slog through a boring one.
I think some times, when she looks at me, she realizes I’m not smiling; I’m merely baring my teeth and looking for my next meal.
I was calm and relatively unstressed this morning and then I saw my in box, the newspaper and the stock ticker and now I’m in serious need of pain pills and bourbon.
I’m usually quite bored.
I’d really like to be superstitious, but after years of avoiding ladders and black cats and adjusting my house and office for proper feng shui, I can say quite definitively, “shit happens”
I have no “happy medium.”
Parts of me I loathe, and parts of me I love, and there is no happy medium, except maybe for indifference (does that count?).
I don’t think I was cut out for monogamy; ten years into marriage is a bad place to figure that out.
I am not attracted to my husband anymore.
I took too many pills a few months ago; I still don’t know the answer when he asks if I meant to kill myself; maybe it was just for attention.
I think about everyone I’ve ever slept with sometimes, and there’s always some nugget of regret there somewhere.
I haven’t showered in 4 days, but I’m going to shower now because enough already.
I just said goodbye to someone I love, and no one will ever know.
I believe “The Truman Show” has made me the paranoid wreck I am today.
If only “stop driving” were as simple as it sounds.
Maybe it’s just the booze talking, but I love booze.
I get up in the morning, go to bed at night and in between, I do what I want.
sometimes I wonder if her friends still tell her how to live.
If I believed people when they said they were interested in “just sex with no strings attached” I’d have a lot more sex.
This is my third D.U.I. and I still cannot figure out how to stop drinking…
I know I’m going to f*ck it up, but I’m going to give it another shot anyway
Seriously, his movie sucked.
I am not ecological or economical about my showers: I nearly *always* use all the hot water.
sometimes i’m mid-comment when i figure “oh why bother” and just move on to some other page.
Sometimes I forget that Scrine is here are go for days before remembering it again.
I am not a racist, but there is nothing funnier than a good racist joke.
I’m only really here because I like to hear myself talk.
I do exactly what I want exactly when I want.
I truly resent showering.
I should learn to keep my mouth shut when I’m stressed, hungry, in pain and exhausted.
Speaking of music, I must confess, my favorite radio show ever was one with dueling dj’s who allegedly hated each other’s music - one would play a hard rock/heavy metal song and the other would riff off of it with a folk song—back and forth.
I turn my radio up as loud as possible with the windows down while I listen to Ray Charles and Frank Sinatra just to see people’s reactions.
I* just said I did. (*I am not the same I, but I might as well be.)
I have always wondered if you really felt bad for the horrible way you treated me, or if you just said you did.
I listen to John Denver.
I told him off and while it was quite liberating, I can almost promise a drunk dial in the future.
I don’t feel it *should be* a big deal that a black president was elected, simply because it should have happened long before now.
I think Republicans and OU fans SHOULD move to Canada if they’re that mad about it.
I win.
I was a hell of a lot more gracious when Bush got elected than many Republicans are acting today.
I forgot what I came here to confess, so I assume that means that Keith got the Insta-absolution(tm) module working.
I’m planning on becoming a slut.
I am cramming for a test tommorrow and frankly, I’m more worried about the election.
I wonder if I am one of the few people who should have been given Ritalin as a child, but instead was told to just focus, already.
I’m sick, but I don’t know if it’s from stress or if I am actually sick.
I want to kill myself, but everytime I try I wake up feeling worse than I did before the attempt.
I know that I should walk away and never think of him again, but something inside won’t let me do it.
I once had a drunk lesbian one night stand in a hotel room on a school trip while my roommate was passed out on the other bed.
I like wearing no shoes at all.
I like wearing a nice pair of canvas shoes.
Everything hurts.
i make typos in confessions and they just get weirder.
i read these things all funny e.g, the insertion of an extra “herm” here -->i once called a girl i hadn’t seen in months, took her to the movies, banged in her car in front of my house, and then never called her again.
I find myself oddly curious about sex-change operations.
I drove over 14 hours to fix what was broken...And the sex wasn’t even decent.
I don’t want to be cold, but I don’t want to get up and take a warm shower.
There is pain and I’m trying to ignore it.
I wonder if I could fake my death, give the insurance money to my family and disappear.
I say that I’ll be a slutty cat for halloween, but I’m not sure that I mean it.
I’m dreading tomorrow, and for an incredibly stupid reason.
Opium sounds interesting.
My cat’s name is Caleb.
I couldn’t make it to my assertiveness training yesterday because my wife’s boyfriend took my car without asking.
My name is Caleb.
My yoga instructor has a busy schedule, so I have to be very flexible.
I want to own a phone booth.
I’m very, very stupid when it comes to women and their thoughts.
I really wish that cloning was a reality.
I’m very, very stupid when it comes to men and their thoughts.
