In the absence of real blogging, here’s an amusing link. I successfully murdered fifteen minutes with it. Maybe it’s one of those things that’s going around a lot, but here’s another place where you can find it.
Postcard Confessions
Everybody’s got something to hide except heroin addicts. Uh, that’s a John Lennon reference--"Everybody’s got something to hide except me and my monkey" which is an ode to dope. Monkeys, horses and dragons are all dope slang for some good reason.
Leave your confessions in the comments. I'll start: I am J.D. Salinger.
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I'm Peter Pynchdoff.
That's a super-cool site, and idea.
Here's mine: I see dead people.
I told someone i would have sex with them if they ate a cricket. when they ate the cricket i threw a beer bottle at them and locked myself in the bathroom.
never barter your sex organs for general acts of stupidity.
I once told a girl I'd marry her. She didn't speak english.
me and my friend danielle taught each other to kiss when we were in elementary school. she made me be the boy. my neighbor knox saw us and made fun of us in p.e. the next day when we were all playing four-square.
I am a married guy who likes to give head, just as John Cheever did.
And anyone who has shouldn't?
Here’s a real one from me: I spend a lot of time composing both posts and comments in Microsoft Word and then transferring them. I spend too much time rewriting emails too. I am overly careful about what I write. That’s not much of a confession. OK, I have bad skin. The illusion is dead.
Maybe one of these days I’ll post a picture of myself. Though that can be disturbing, like seeing a picture of a DJ. I’ve been told I look like one of the Beastie Boys. I walked down the street in NYC and a guy said, "Beasties," raising a fist in the air. Also Bob Dylan when my hair gets really long. A cab driver actually thought I was Bob Dylan once, which makes sense if it’s 1967. It’s probably just a generic Jewboy thing.
Oh, and DM, at first I thought you meant that anyone who hasn’t given head should check out that site, in which case I’m an incredible prude. Good site though.
I am neither a pirate nor a captain.
I am D.B. Cooper.
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