What do you have to confess?greenspun.com : LUSENET : mildew : One Thread
What do you have to confess? C'mon, c'mon. Whisper in my ear. I won't tell anyone, I promise.
-- Emily (firstname.lastname@example.org), December 13, 2000
You guys are some serious pansies. I mean it.
-- Emily (email@example.com), December 14, 2000.
Okay, I'll confess something: When I was in middle school (or maybe junior high, I don't remember), I swallowed a penny and didn't tell anyone about it. I was afraid that I would die or something, wheee.
-- Josh Burnett (BurnJ451@newschool.edu), December 15, 2000.
Josh! You brought back a memory I had forgotten about! When *I* was in middle school, I found a little white pill on the ground, about the size of an aspirin. I took it later that night, convinced in my little 13-year-old head that I would start hallucinating, or at least puke a couple of times or something "cool" like that.
I think that maybe it wasn't just the same size as an aspirin.. I think it was an aspirin. Heh.
Josh was brave - anybody else? C'mon.. it feels good, I promise. It doesn't have to be big either. We won't laugh...
-- Emily (firstname.lastname@example.org), December 21, 2000.
Em, this is along the lines of yours... have you ever seen GO?? how the girl sells asprin and childrens tylenol as "E"... well I did this... but it was to a girl at work... no names mentioned... but it was excedrin... you know with the big "E" on it.. that was the only reason we could get her to take it... she swears up and down it was the best stuff she ever took!! what a spaz...
right now I'm listening to the chipmunks... christmas christmas... it rules....
-- Kristin (email@example.com), December 25, 2000.
okay, i have two. my sister who is sitting next to me, has thought of many more that i can use but, c'mon. i have my pride. i don't want to be known throughout cyber-earth as "the hellraiser". 1) I once built a fort out of homemade blankets my grandmonther had made that were really old. I hung them over a table so i could watch a movie while in my little hideout. unfortunately, as soon as i got in the fort i realized i couldn't see the movie through the blankets. so, mustering up all my initiative, i just cut giant holes in them so i could see the television. the sad part was i was WAY OLD enough to realize that i shouldn't be cutting holes in blankets that have been handmade. like i think i was 17 or something. just kidding. but the really funny part was that i was the only one home and when my mom asked who did it i swore up and down that it wasn't me but some mysterious force that likes to eat giant holes in blankets. two years later i confessed though cuz i couldn't stand the guilt. the second thing is, i just swallowed bleach once and i didn't tell anyone but my sister and she thought i was going to die so she told my mom and i got in trouble for drinking bleach. but, hey. who hasn't ever tried to have a white tongue???? j
-- Jenny (firstname.lastname@example.org), December 25, 2000.
I was the most advanced student in my high school Spanish class. There was a guy in the class named John who was, well, kind of slow. We were playing some vocabulary game one day, and my turn came up against John. The teacher asked what I thought (still think) was a "trick" question and John got it right, winning the game for his team. I was so humiliated, I started yelling about how unfair it was to be beaten by this "idiot".
A few days later my friend Larry told me he was mad at me. I couldn't imagine why. He said, "Because you called John an idiot. He's my friend, and that hurt his feelings."
The worst part was that it hadn't even occurred to me until then that I would hurt anyone by saying that, and even then I was only sorry because I'd made Larry mad, not because I'd insulted John.
-- Katrin (email@example.com), January 07, 2001.