I confess.....

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It's not yours either. I haven't seen it on this thread at all, come to think of it. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm sorry.

I confess I seem to have some sort of talent for making people feel bad when I really don't mean to.

I confess that I didn't feel bad per se, but was hoping it was not my avatar, since I can certainly relate to such sensory issues. I suppose I chose my words poorly and apologize if I made you feel bad or guilty in any way. If it was mine, I was perfectly willing to apologize and likely change it. I am trying out a few new ones as we speak on other forums, so I may be changing it here soon.

I’m only as beautiful as the beholder. (You walked right into that one; which I'm thankful for.)

Reality is a cruel, mean and harsh place; that's why some of us are born with shells (well, not really, but it sounds like a cool reason to have an autistic shell).

I confess you two make me all dreamy and happy.

Thanks, I'm glad that my happiness makes you happy [to an unspecified amount]. There's a confession...there: I wish I could make everyone happy (if they wanted to be happy that is).

Circles again. (Well, you've never used that line before (I think), so I didn't completely walk into it, just mostly.)



Thanks. I confess that you're one of the people that I really like around here, and I'm glad that you're happy.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that Heather makes me very happy.

I confess that I think Jesus may have been an Aspie... or not; maybe he's just a guy I identify with.


I further confess that I'm hungry, and might go upstairs and eat some more of my mother's food. She got me addicted again! Now if I wanna be a reasonable weight I'll have to go thru the withdrawal all over again!

I confess to Almighty Aspie that Jesus was not an Aspie because He was the Son of God!

I further confess to Almighty Aspie that I feel like a total idiot over my autism project that I am initiating at my church but I will go through with it anyway.

Non sequitur; I confess I've talked to God about this, and he's got just as much aspie in him as NT. BY DEFINITION.

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Quasidivine

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I confess I am really, really fascinated by things like the Natascha Lampusch case....girl in the cellar. It really has got me thinking and wondering about just what the nature of what happened was, and also, from the descriptions of Priklopil, I he was on the spectrum... to find where I get that from, one would have to read the interviews with those who knew him.

I also confess that for the first time I remember, I have got home from London and not unpacked before coming online.

I confess that I think that you must be very self-disciplined usually. When I get home from a trip I usually goof off and rest for a good half hour before even thinking about unpacking. ^_~

I confess that I had planned to do all of my homework earlier today, but I didn't. Instead, I ran some errands and took a nap. I confess that this evening, I planned on writing the essay for tomorrow (the rest isn't due tomorrow, so I'll procrastinate more on that), prepared everything, opened the word document, went downstairs... and discovered that I had left the prompt in my locker and I have no real idea on what I'm supposed to be writing about. I'll do it tomorrow and turn it in late, I guess.

I confess that I have both a placement test (for a college class) and a job interview tomorrow. I'm not worried about either, which makes me a bit suspicious, because I always worry about those types of things. I confess that I'm sure I'll worry when it gets closer to time.

I confess, I howl at the moon. I don't know why.

I confess, my throat is sore from howling at the moon yestereve.

I confess, I also howl at the dogs in our neighborhood. It amuses me when other dogs answer my howls. Wait, did I say "other dogs"? I meant "dogs". I think.

I confess, I keep trying to change into a werewolf, but so far, no luck. But I'll keep trying.

Good fortune,

- Garou XIII

I confess that I will face my childhood fear, I am going to say "bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary" to my mirror in the darkness. Wish me luck, maybe I'll score a hot date.

Is it the one with the little colored circles connected by lines? That one actually physically pains me when I see it.