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I confess

Everyone seems to have a "100 things" list. That is, everyone except me. I feel so left out. Like I'm not part of the online bourgeoisie living at the cusp of the blogging cutting edge. Aw, but creating one is going to require sooo much brainpower. A HUNDRED things? Thats a truck load of things. Make that 2 trucks. But apparently 100 doesn't seem to cut it. No sirree... the new rage is now a 100+ thingies coz people just can't stop talking about themselves. Yes okay, I'm guilty too. Whatever. But anyway I'm going to start off with something shorter, something i've wanted to do forever.
Drum roll please......
I'm going to spill my guts.
Expose my entrails for the world to see.
Thats right, I'm going to confess.
Here goes:
  • I confess that I love those Hanson kids. Could they be any cuter? Zac you sexy beast, you rock my world!! Even now i still catch myself humming to mmmbop.Yes i know ALL the words. What??? It was a catchy tune dammit!
  • I confess that i love to think that i'm gay. Mostly because I'm terrified that I may really be asexual. Is it possible to go through life without ever falling in love?
  • I confess that I usually lie about my age. Only ever by one year. This is because I've always been a year older than the others in my class even in grade school. But no more! Today i stand proud as I scream from the rooftops: I AM 25!!! Erm no wait, actually its 26.
  • I confess that I love porn - I'm rather partial to group sex. But just as long as i'm horny. After that orgies suddenly seem like sick disgusting perverted stuff that should be banished from the surface of the milkyway along with all the gang bangers who will forever burn in hell for their lechery.
  • I confess that I've had a threesome. Me, another girl and a guy. Ah, it was a nite so full of promise until it dawned on me that guys usually come with dicks. She wasn't going to touch it with a 10 foot pole and I cant say i blame her. What a hairy monstrosity it was. Right, so the threesome sucked. Moving on...
  • I confess that I masturbate at the office even though my office door is always wide open. Damn the bloody firewall. If all the good porn didnt get blocked it would be a lot easier and faster to get it over and done with.
  • I confess that I nearly fucked my fave Aunt's hubby. The only thing that saved me was the fact that i was 17 and a virgin and none of my first time fantasies involved a smelly middle-aged balding fat guy. Thats not how i dreamt giving up my cherry. But i still helped him cum. Thrice. Thankfully two weeks later she kicked out the lazy fuck. No, it had nothing to do with me.
  • I confess that I fake it. Out of 10 i'd fake it twice, cum thrice and the other 5 times just stare at her: "Babe, uh...its just not workin for me".
  • I confess that I've been called a coconut or an oreo. I don't even disagree.
  • I confess that I love my bestfriend Steve but still think he is a wimp ass , Mr. Super Sensitive, cry baby, manic depressive, life sucking, fucking spineless chicken shit. Steve, I love you. But dude, those pills you're taking aren't cutting it coz u're still leeching my air supply. This is my friend, now lets talk about my enemies...
  • I confess that nobody i have personally met has ever seen this Blog. Do you even need to ask why?
  • I confess that I've stolen, shoplifted, lied, cheated (in exams) and almost always gotten away with it. We were 12, she was my best friend. Why oh why did i take her 100 bucks. I can only hope I'm now a better person, although I don't see how i could be worse.
  • I confess that despite all i've confessed to there's a lot more I've done/said/thought/touched/sniffed/heard/seen that I'm too ashamed to think about let alone type them out.
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