I confess that I'm such a crappy cook that I could screw up cereal

I confess that I have Pizza for breakfastthis morning......in my defence I am resisitng. 

I confess I'm nicking internet at work to kill time by checking the forums...

Internet at work? I'm shocked!

I'm an after-rain earthworm mover (and yes, an ocean beach starfish tosser). I confess that yesterday I didn't move any of the multitude of earthworms under my garage door. Just drove right over them. Twice.

I confess I'm a whiny baby when I'm sick... (pout)

I confess I'm thinking of emailing my psychologist this week and be all "so... gonna put me in contact with the hormone doc or what?"

I worry that pestering will cause people to go "NO" and also that not pestering will make me come of as "don't care" or cause things to get "forgotten"..
I worry too much...

I confess I feel rage when members of the ts comm are made to suffer futher when they trans on the up & up. We're not a commodity like livestock, we're human beings.

I confess that I have an ear-worm for Korn's cover of Pink Floyd's "The Wall":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3Ki2DJfhns&feature=PlayList&p=AB27302937E5E98E#

I confess I am regretting introducing two of my friends, as it looks like they are going to hook up, and I have been harbouring a big crush on the girl of the pair for a long time

I confess that the year-long research paper I'm working on would be much more enjoyable if it weren't for the deadlines. 

I confess I take enjoyment in seeing someone start using insults to further their arguments in disagreement against me.

I confess that I'm a grazer-- I eat all the time. I must sound like a restless raccoon in my cubicle, rustling bags and containers and munching, munching, munching.

I confess I made a discovery today.

This pristine Pre-T face looks LOTS more masculine when it's freshly shaven than when I've slacked off and let the peach fuzz grow for a couple of days. The difference is way more than I thought it could be.

Quote from: LightlyLuke on October 27, 2009, 10:03:09 AM
I confess that I'm a grazer-- I eat all the time. I must sound like a restless raccoon in my cubicle, rustling bags and containers and munching, munching, munching.

I confess that we must be kindred spirits, then, for I do much the same thing.

I confess that I like the sound of "kindred spirits."

I confess I'm about to fall asleep on the livingroom sofa.

I confess....

I fall asleep in the living room rather often 

I confess that once I get out of bed, it is nearly impossible for me to fall asleep again.

Meh.

I confess that I have been away from this lovely place for too long.

I confess that I have been trying to sleep for four hours, I officially give up