We all have secrets. There are things we like that we don't want anybody else to know we like. For example I wish I had a secret language that only my friends and I could speak and understand. I'm not so much afraid of the dark as I am afraid of sticking my hand down the garbage disposal.
I saw it once in a scary movie and never felt the same.
So I have decided to start a series of confessional entries. It will be my Spoonful of Secrets, one haunting/embarrassing/awkward confession at a time. The topics will not be of explicit, HBO at 2:00 in the a.m. soft-porn nature. Rather, they will be an insight to the things I find myself a closet follower of.
It is my hope that you, loyal readers, will reply with a comment of your closet likes as well. I'll see you soon.
5 comments:
Ok, my closet likes and/or strangness is that I don't wear underwear, unless I wear a skirt, I don't see the point.... It's just more I have to wash.
are loser confessions allowed too? Like the fact that I wasn't even once offered drugs until I was 29!! And even then it was only to smoke some pot! :P
Keep your panties on, except you Insane Mama. If truth were to be told, I prefer going commando any day, though sometimes it's just not a good idea.
Wit's Bitch Blanc: Yes, loser confessions will be appearing soon. But since you gave that one away you need to come up with an alternate. If you can't think of anything, ask me. My life is pregnant with misfortune.
Thanks for checking in, ladies.
I win a lot of money betting people that I can stick my hand in a garbage disposal and stop the blades. You have to be really fast though and at the rate I'm going it won't be long and I won't have enough of a stump left to reach the blades. I may stop betting people before it becomes necessary to start using my other arm.
HUGH: Never give up. C'mon man, didn't your parents teach you anything? Now get in the game and stick your hand down that drain!
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