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Confessions
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I shouldn't laugh. I told myself not to even respond. But...but...I just cannot resist so you'll have to forgive me
"I tense up when I do it though, I could crush an aspirin in my sphincter as I'm turning. Ready for bloody fucking conflict..." This confession is for a69 bae 
Here is something I will fess up to:
I accidentally knocked a pair of my sister's earrings into the toilet (no, I was not trying them on, I'm wired more masculine, thank you). Since they were of the pierced ear variety, I figured I had better sterilize them for fear of unleashing a massive infection upon her person. As it turns out, whatever made them cerulean blue turned out to be soluble in alcohol. She never figured out what happened and I never blabbed. I bought off the cat's silence with 1/2 a can of Pounce.
That would be entirely too mild for you deviants in a69.
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
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I talk to myself a lot. Not cursing myself out or having an inner monologue. Real, legit arguments and multisided conversations.
The worst part is when I lose the argument.
Eeeeww Shaman gross
RE: Confessions
July 15, 2014 at 2:31 am
(This post was last modified: July 15, 2014 at 2:43 am by ShaMan.)
(July 15, 2014 at 2:29 am)Losty Wrote: Eeeeww Shaman grossPerhaps... to those who know not the pleasures of such bliss  (July 15, 2014 at 2:21 am)Allnewoutlook Wrote: I talk to myself a lot. Not cursing myself out or having an inner monologue. Real, legit arguments and multisided conversations.Finish the story... PLEASE! ![[Image: frustrated.gif]](https://images.weserv.nl/?url=leftos.com%2Fblog%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2010%2F02%2Ffrustrated.gif)
Going serious for a bit;
I found myself this AM looking over the Wiki entries on Depraved Indifference and Reckless Endangerment. I'm a volunteer for an organization (secular, not religious) that is having some safety issues with their facility. I seem to be the only one there with the realization that if we keep taking chances with the public's safety, we are going to hurt somebody. I don't want to quit over this issue, but I can't be a party to putting a kid in a wheelchair, or worse. Disturbingly, I am starting to realize some of the turning a blind eye to a big problem characteristic of the Vatican is not peculiar to them . . . I'm asking for a meeting this week to spearhead recovery ACTIONS, not a recovery plan. If it doesn't happen, it looks like I might have to involve the city building and permit department, and that is going to be a very unpleasant alternative. And then I have to quit the group. This is going to suck regardless of how it plays out. 
I'm 29, but I still crank music on my headphones and dance around my house lip syncing into a hairbrush.
Teenaged X-Files obsession + Bermuda Triangle episode + Self-led school research project = Atheist.
On Sundays I deliberately drive past as many churches as I can on the way to work and pick the heaviest music I can play, pause it and then turn it on just before I go past, as loud as possible.
Sometimes I play with my daughter's Lego when she's not around. I like to lay under my basil bushes and pretend I'm a little person living in the forest. |
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