I confess.....

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Icarus, you just posted everything I've been thinking...

I don't know what this guys problem is... but I give him no points and negative accolades.

He's only purpose is as an example of what not to do...

Oh, Jimboffer, I was just wondering, where are you at? I'd LOVE to meet you sometime. I'm in the Pacific NorthWest, the Seattle area. You anywhere whthin driving distance? You wanna get together and maybe talk things through a little bit? You sound like you could use some adivce, maybe?

I know your life involves sitting in a little room, staring into a little glowing box... Where are you? A reply, please?

Good fortune,

- Icarus Wants a New Skin to Tack on his Wall

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I confess I'm backing Icarus on this. I'll bring the embalming fluid.

I confess I always did admire Icarus's skills with words. (I'm serious) You are a good writer.

I thought I was just fooling around, bad idea.

I am aware that everyone thinks I'm a dips**t already, and it doesn't bother me anymore. And the 'darkside' of my messed up personality originates from fears I have had in the past that words can't describe. (seizures)

I'm not sure what my problem is. If it has anything to do with AS or not, but I'm still on a quest to figure it out. Socializing though is a bad idea for me. As you all well know.

I don't expect pity from people, and I never trusted people, frankly I constantly question if you all even exist.

I feel horrible if I hurt gwenevyn, she doesn't deserve that.

I live in the Puyallup Tacoma area.

I confess I do appreciate the apology, but I don't understand any of this.

Circles make it harder though; I can't deny that I'm beautiful (I'm not) if it means saying that you're not beautiful either (you are). It's uneven, and it doesn't match up to make a circle. I won't agree with either. (Did I trip? I didn't notice.)

I confess that I wish that school started an hour later (well, actually I wish it didn't start at all, but I recognize the necessity) so that I could stay here for awhile longer.

Self-defeating behaviour is such an...autistic thing to exhibit.

Exactly, one cannot logically deny the truth; independent and individual tangents of varying sizes can indeed "fit" if one...turns their head a little and squints (or moves the circles 'round until they do; are we not individual circles rather than a simple piece of a whole; are our voices not individual and unique?); "beautiful" is such a subjective thing. (No, the "or" was for me, I tripped and cracked my shell; my heart fell out.)

I confess that I'm quite certain I'm...human.

I confess I am sick of damn leggings(not sure the name in the USA but they are those elasticated, skin tight things women wear, used to be only seen in a gym but are now worn under all manner of tops) as they either keep slipping down at the crotch and I have to hoist them up or they stretch too thin when I wear them...

PS- are leggings meant to kind of stay stretched when you take them off?
I suppose so, they aren't meant to stay as small as they do before they are worn.

I confess, I go very quickly past ballistic to thermonuclear in defense of a friend. I confess that sometimes I'm a bit too knee-jerk about this, and that this is something I struggle with sometimes. I confess that my rage demon's chains are in need of some re-forging in a few places; I'm workin' on it. [Anyone got any spare mental adamantium?]

[Hey Graelwyn, how's your rage demon doing? ]

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Warhead

((Rage demons remain harnessed unless someone incurs their wrath ))

I confess I have a thing about costume dramas and things set in the medieval period, especially Cadfael, Name Of The Rose and Jane Eyre.
I confess I have a romantic spirit that has been fettered now for some years.

I confess I spent very little time improving myself today. That is not a good thing at all. I should study or work out or something.

I confess, I have to call my professor at his home phone number. So he can lift my advising flag, so I can sign up for classes.

But the mere thought of calling him up at his home phone is giving me anxiety... I have a hard enough time calling people I respect... much less calling them at their home. I was told it would be okay by other faculty... and my professor is a nice guy... but it's still giving me the willies.

Ugh... just have to bite the bullet... it's not going to be as bad as I think it's going to be... but my hands are shaking just typing this thinking about it.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that I may have made a new friend in the form of Rebecca.

So I noticed.



Who said I was logical? I run more by emotions. But yeah, we're individual circles, and yeah, beauty is subjective.



Oh, ok. (I completely misread that the first time; I thought you said "skull" instead of "shell". (Um, your heart's not in your skull...) One day I'll learn to read properly (maybe). But please don't ever trip and crack your skull. That would suck.)



You're as human as I am.