I confess.....

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Wow. Not only did you nail my obscure debaser reference [yes, I was thinking the Pixies when I wrote that], but you dovetailed it into what is, in all likelihood, my favorite movie ending of all time [which is saying quite a bit; in many ways, Icarus Falling is my own Tyler Durden]. I confess I feel like the quasi-holy smoky grey shadowy light of chaos is shining upon me from all directions at once, sent by the gods; I might have even just leveled up. But, I confess that I am puzzled, for you are clearly not of the chaos. I might guess guardian spirit of Melikki, but I somehow know that is not quite right... I suppose, then, that you are a seraphim of one of the unknown 13; yes, "seraphim" rings with the proper pitch. As always, the answers will be revealed as the sands of time shift in their due course. I have patience.

And as I'm sure that was inordinately cryptic, I'll simply confess that you put a smile on my face, and brightened my day. Much obliged.

Why were you "mad" about Debaser? I confess I rather like that song.

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Mad-Hatter

Last edited by Icarus_Falling on 18 Aug 2007, 4:29 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Why, thank you.

And I wasn't really mad, I was kidding. I find "debaser" a bit dysphoric, really.

Whoops. Forgot my confession.... hmm.

I confess I forgot my laundry in the washer and I've got to go take care of it.

I confess, I tasted some of my sister habanero sauce, with her willing permission, and now my tongue is on fire!! !

I confess that once when I tried some of my dad's hot sauce without his permission I had to run water thru my mouth for half an hour, and even after that I was drinking glasses of water!


I also confess that my mother looked on here and found my post about when she said I might as well be dead, confronted me angrily about it and denied ever saying it... or rather, she's in denial about when she said it 6 years ago... or just forgets, I dunno. I need to get out of here! Oh well, I can sleep in the TV room tonight and tomorrow night, and on Monday I can go to SS to get a room.

I confess... I once squeezed a zit/pimple recently and pus spurted onto the mirror.

done that

I confess that while I was mowing yesterday, I accidentally hit the neighbor's fence with the side of the mower. If you ignore the big, red slash across the post, you can't tell. They won't notice; it's on our side.

I confess that I'm really not looking forward to going back to school (starts on Wednesday). I won't let it be a repeat of last year, but it's not going to be enjoyable in any case. I confess that the only class I might enjoy is AP English first thing in the morning, and then only because the majority of the kids in that class are cool enough (they're actually a grade above me so it's the only time of the day I see them).

I confess that weekly I squeeze zits resulting from ingrown facial hair that squirt out the hairs as projectiles onto the mirror.

I confess that once I had a huge pus-filled boil on the heel of my hand... I've also had them in my ear (swimmer's ear), in my ovaries, one tiny one in my mouth, one huge one in my throat, and zits all over my face and even a few on my head under my hair.

I confess I miss the creator of this thread

Oooh, done that with hairs on my legs that have grown inwards... love that effect

I confess that all the chocolate has really filled me up with gas. My inflatable mattress is trembling with fear...

ewww I was pretending to drum on the bus today
I know people noticed

I confess, I drum all the time. I think I do it to avoid shaking and/or rubbing my hands as a replacement form of stimming.

well its especailly when Genesis comes on I love them a lot and I love Phil Collins' drumming style

I confess that I walk around at work singing out loud, quite often. People used to give me funny looks (and those who don't know me still sometimes do, which usually just makes me smile and sing louder). Most folks who know me just smile when they see me singning now. I confess that I hear music in my head almost all the time; sometimes it's music I've heard, sometimes it's music that I just seem to make up. I confess that I need to harness this latent talent, and start producing and recording the music I hear in my head; some of it is really quite good, I think.

I confess that last Friday, I could have been heard loudly singing "I Can't Dance" while preparing a pot noodle in the common kitchen. I confess that I love to take a plain chicken pot noodle, and put about 5-6 Taco Bell fire sauce packets in it to spice it up.

Good fortune,

- Icarus, Delusional Vocalist Extraordinare

I confess that I am taking stupid risks like telling people I live at the YMCA in Edmonton because I'm desperate!