I confess that I've been comfort eating lately, and it's starting to become difficult to button up my jeans.

Case in point: yesterday I bought a 4-pack of Cadbury's Flakes to last me the week... and I scoffed the lot within a 2-hour period.

Oink!

Whenever I see a physically attractive person, I end up trying to make them unattractive in my mind by thinking about how nasty their bowels are.

I washed the bangs of my hair and put the rest up in a clip so I could have another half hour in bed yesterday.

I confess that I hate being in the house during thunderstorms.   Everytime I hear thunder and lightening, I feel like a tree is going to crash through the house and fall on my head.

I confess that even though July 4th is my favorite holiday, I am not looking forward to people shooting off fireworks tonight because I really want to go to bed early that way I can wake up super early and go jogging and do some yoga before it gets too hot outside.

I confess that I fell asleep after the 4th of July barbecue.

But then I got up and had some tapioca pudding.

Bloat

Bless me forum for I have sinned.

I confess I am addicted to lesbian Twilight femslash involving Alice Cullen.  Clearly she is better than Edward in every way for Bella.  She buys her nice clothes, is positive and cheerful, has no hesitation in turning Bella, rescues her a bunch of times and dammit shes cute as a button.

I confess I never read Eulas, even though the one time I did I found you could legally install the same license of photoshop on both your pc and laptop so long as you did not use them at the same time and thus saved money.

I confess I drink bubble tea at every opportunity.

I confess I once hugged the green cross code man at my school and called him Darth Vader.  He was very happy.

I confess to compulsively telling charity muggers who are hired by agencies to go f@#$ themselves.

+1 on chuggers I thought I was the only one who liked to piss them off!

Making the world a better place by being insincere, guilt tripping, standing in your way and otherwise ruining the scant half an hour of freedom and peace from work you are allowed.  Oh, plus chuggers are mostly paid by ad agencies who take majority cuts from money donated... so its essentially some agency fat cat paying backpackers to beg for him.  If its oversea work, most of the remainder goes into bribing officials and warlords, or in the case of health research charities you pay for research so a pharmaceutical company can then sell you back the treatment for ridiculous amounts of money.  Charity?  Get f $#@ed.

Ooh... I confess you made me rant.  Bad you.

Quote from: emmaline on July 08, 2013, 10:22:00 AM
Making the world a better place by being insincere, guilt tripping, standing in your way and otherwise ruining the scant half an hour of freedom and peace from work you are allowed.  Oh, plus chuggers are mostly paid by ad agencies who take majority cuts from money donated... so its essentially some agency fat cat paying backpackers to beg for him.  If its oversea work, most of the remainder goes into bribing officials and warlords, or in the case of health research charities you pay for research so a pharmaceutical company can then sell you back the treatment for ridiculous amounts of money.  Charity?  Get f $#@ed.

Agreed! Chuggers tend to be idealistic youngsters in their late teens or early twenties who lack life experience. So I adore turning around whatever guilt-tripping tactics they try to use against me, even if I might have some sympathy with the cause they pretend to represent.

Here in the UK, our chuggers earn around £12-14 per hour; pretty much double the national minimum wage for adults of £6.31. If you choose to sign up with them to donate to a charity, you'll pay around 18 months of contributions before the actual charity sees a penny. Those first 18 months or so are swallowed up by the chugging company as 'management fees'.

And yes, I confess I do love pointing all of this out to people who've stopped to chat with the chugger and who look like they might be about to sign up. 

Quote from: Malachite on July 04, 2013, 04:15:40 PM
I confess that I hate being in the house during thunderstorms.   Everytime I hear thunder and lightening, I feel like a tree is going to crash through the house and fall on my head.

I confess this again.  When I see lightening I scrunch up and cover my head, thinking a tree is going to smash my skull open. 

There's a bunch of lightening going on right now and I am absolutely hating it.

Install a lightening rod nearby and get some peace of mind. 
My barns where close to a massive tree that took the brunt.  The only thing we worried about setting fire to our livestock where french farmers.

I confess... it was me that killed this thread...


Clear...


Zzzap!


I confess that I dont measure cough medicine properly, cause I buy a yummy irish moss.  May have slliiiiiiightly overdosed on it.  Hic.

I confess that I kind of want to go back to college in the Fall and if I could, then I would.

I confess that I cheat on my diet late at night after my family goes to sleep.

In a side note, If I can ever bring my BMI below 30, I am totally going to pierce my other ear.

Feel embarrassed to share this but I confess that for some reason I feel very amorous during thunderstorms and secretly hope a weak hurricane leaves my wife and I alone in a candlelit home with nothing but the rain and ourselves for company.

I confess I still laugh at a prank my friend and I did when I was 9 and he was 8.We had gone catching crabs on the beach and had 2 buckets of icy cold sea water with crabs in when we saw a fat man sunbathing on the beach below us,we pored 2 buckets of cold water and crabs on him.I think that was a day i learned some new swear words as well.If he had caught us I wouldn't be typing this now,I was a brat of a kid

I knew, for some reason, I liked you. 

I confess, I like it when people call me a b*tch... 

I confess I was a bad influence on other kids,I think Jamie would enjoy the prank with a bucket of crabs,what were you like at running?