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Confessions thread - it's potlach time...

 
  

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deja_vroom
13:55 / 26.09.02
I lied about not knowing that John Nash was a schizophrenic while watching "A Beautiful Mind" and then, when the strange scenes about spionage started, I went all like: "You know, this really looks strange. All this spy gadgetry gives me a feeling.. (and then, ominously) Is this really happening?". Ack.
 
 
Persephone
13:56 / 26.09.02
Do I have to sit on the Group W bench now?

Are people backing away from me because you're imagining that I'm sitting at my desk actually covered in blood, or because betraying your best friend is really beyond the pale?
 
 
Sax
14:02 / 26.09.02
No, I think it's the stabbing thing.

And here I was just about to transfer my attentions from Ariadne to you.
 
 
Papess
14:26 / 26.09.02
Oh, the blood thing doesn't bother me, but...YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Actually I am totally guilty of this too.

I had a girlfriend/lover I used to live with. Although we would often share our male dates, sometimes there was one we would like keep to ourself.

She went away to India for a month and HER boytoy comes by. I let him in and we proceeded (without a word) to literally rip eah other's clothes off and made passionate love on every square inch of the apartment. One of those places was my girlfriend's new hardwood, cannonball-style bed, which, we abused so much, it actually collapsed on underneath our lusty thrashings.

When she came back early and caught us both together but fully dressed while he and I were just plain hanging out. She slapped me hard across the face. Which I replied to with an uppercut to her jaw and told her not to jump to conclusions. She hit the floor.

Boytoy and I both denied everything.

The explaination for the bed?....Freak accident with the iguana! HAHAHA!



~MT
 
 
grant
14:37 / 26.09.02
Pshaw. I was in a sorority.

which

one?


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I have very little to confess. The only thing I really feel guilty over is being on the board when pretty much everyone at the paper is waiting for me to finish writing what Nostradamus has to say about the End Times.
I’m not making that up. I’m really growing to loathe End Times stories – they’re the only ones that sell lately, and thus the only ones I wind up writing. Dream job, shmeme job.
Contributing to public paranoia, more like.
 
 
deja_vroom
15:07 / 26.09.02
I once wished for someone's death. I wasn't having a tantrum or anything, it was just cold, distanced reasoning ending with: "Yeah, it would be a positive thing to this little blue marble we call Earth if *** got pushed under the tracks at the subway".
I still want this person to die, and I don't feel bad about it. But I *know* I *should* feel bad about it, and this makes me feel sort of bad, though.
 
 
moriarty
16:39 / 26.09.02
I was in a rush to get to school this morning and needed to find a pair of socks. When I opened the sock drawer I discovered my kitty napping. She woke up, blinked at me and started purring, rolling over to expose her belly for a rub. I pulled my socks out from under her and took off for school.
 
 
deja_vroom
16:44 / 26.09.02
You know how plain wrong what you did is, moriarty? Have you *any idea*?
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
16:44 / 26.09.02
I'm not going to admit to anything serious without the anonymity of a freeforall fiction-suit and now that I've said that I'm not going to admit to anything even if someone did set one up.

So my admission is going to have to be that I once owned John Byrne's run on She-Hulk.

No, not the first series. The second.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
18:22 / 26.09.02
Nick. I was starting small, as there didn't seem much mileage in a 'I kill every third person I meet' initial thread. I'll expand on that a bit. I stuck with the SWSS for a while *after* becoming aware that the group was driven by some of the dodgiest race politics this side of Nick Griffin.

For years after it happened, I used my mother's death as a to forestall disagreement and claim moral high ground over people I was responsible for fucking over. Still do, occasionally, but I'm down to ten a day now.
 
 
Ganesh
18:45 / 26.09.02
During my year as a junior doctor, I regularly hoped people would die in the ambulance on the way to hospital, to save me the hassle of clerking them in.

I once made a mistake with intravenous antibiotics. Not a dangerous mistake but a painful one: I injected someone with the undiluted form of an antibiotic which should've been diluted with 100ml of saline. I then explained it away with "Oh, that Venflon must've tissued".

And, technically speaking, I've killed someone. I don't really consider that a bad thing, though...
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
19:34 / 26.09.02
Not the worst thing ever, but still something I don't like to think about (and yes, apologies, it was many years ago and I was about 11).

I once stabbed my mum in the arm (really fucking hard with a sharpened metal corn-on-the-cob fork) for no other reason than to see what would happen and if she'd really meant it when she'd told me she'd always love me no matter what.

And guess what happened? She screamed, cried for a bit, didn't understand when I (by now very upset myself) told her I was just curious, and I felt like shit. For EVER. She did forgive me though. Thus proving my mum's a better person than I'll ever be.
 
 
Persephone
19:46 / 26.09.02
which

one?


Yours in wine and silver blue.
 
 
Mourne Kransky
21:06 / 26.09.02
I was a New Romantic. *blush* Deerstalker, scarves, legwarmers, purple jacket with sleeves rolled up and collar turned up. Good God, have just had a flash of my hair at the time. Won't sleep now.

I suppose I should get some points for being a New Romantic in broad daylight in Leith though...

Thank God for Goth (and getting old).
 
 
Seth
21:24 / 26.09.02
I shagged my best friend's girlfriend when they were going through a relationship crisis. He still loved me too much to hit me, and being present when he smashed up half of Southampton Common rather than my face was awful. I thoroughly deserved a good smacking.

I ordered hardcore when staying in a hotel room paid for by a Church when I was in Canada a few years back. Luckily the Romada has a bit of discretion over the billing.

The curious scars on the back of my head that everyone asked me about for a month were caused by a ladyfriend of mine drunkenly sitting on my face rather too hard when I was lying on concrete.
 
 
grant
21:38 / 26.09.02
Yours in wine and silver blue.

Well, then.

Adopted at the 1890 Convention, the wine carnation is now our official flower. At the convention it was said, "The roots of the flower are the Founders, for from them the whole plant grew, ...the stem represents the Grand Council. It gives to us what was received from the roots. It gives us height and strength... the leaves of our flower are the alumnae. They stand nearest the stem and assist it in its work. They are in communication with the world and breathe in for us the best of the world's ideals... the petals are red for the girls are loyal. As it is the rich, wine color which makes the flower attractive, it, too, is the warm fervent loyalty of its members which makes xx xxxx xxx beautiful in the eyes of everyone... The pistil is the spirit and the stamens are ideals of xx xxxx xxx. The petals stand closely united around these to defend and protect them."

and

the first national secret college society of women to be modeled after the Greek-letter fraternities of men

seems, well, excusable.

It's not like Delta Gamma, now, is it.
Is it?

I'm dwelling. I should stop.
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I'm trying hard to think of something else to add, potlatch-style, but it ain't easy.

Hmm. Most involve not taking my terribly cute dog for long enough walks in the morning. Because I'm tired and late for work. Even though he's cooped up in the house all day long.

sigh.
 
 
The Apple-Picker
21:41 / 26.09.02
Persephone--Alpha Phi? I'm not quite sure, though.

I also confess I was in a sorority. I could go through all the (two) extenuating circumstances, but I won't. "Anchors away...."

I transferred schools because I didn't want to deactivate from my sorority, thus prolonging my college career and my financial burden on my parents.

I kept transferring schools after that, thus prolonging....

I accepted a date to senior prom, and then called my date a few nights later to lie, quite obviously, that I'd had an arrangement with a friend of mine to go with this friend if he didn't have a date.

I spit on my brother. On purpose.

I felt, and still feel, superior to my brother and sister for the role I chose to take on in my household.

I have made the people who love me hate the people I let walk all over me.

I've sincerely wished that my mother would kill herself already (but have repented every time).
 
 
The Apple-Picker
21:42 / 26.09.02
Oh, oops. Should I not have said that name?
 
 
ceridwen
05:24 / 27.09.02
i am quite often a social climber. call someone to go out just to get myself a comfy spot in a plac i want. i use people and rationalize it to myself. feel fairly guilty about that. do i realy think so little of people? apparently.
 
 
ceridwen
05:26 / 27.09.02
i am quite often a social climber. call someone to go out just to get myself a comfy spot in a plac i want. i use people and rationalize it to myself. feel fairly guilty about that. do i realy think so little of people? apparently.
 
 
ceridwen
05:27 / 27.09.02
damn. that didn't need to be said twice.
 
  

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