I confess.....

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I confess that I am thinking about clamping my CB antenna to my bathroom window

because I can't put it anywhere else

I confess that I find Pikachu's obsession with CB radios at times amusing to listen to.

I confess that I am not obsessed with CB radios, just have a strong interest in them

I confess that Pikachu is lying.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that I went to a concert last night & received the performers' autograph so that everyone at school will believe me.

lol

I confess that I need to go to bed now, I feel sleepy

I confess I'm probably more than a bit too egotistical. I confess, I'm sometimes so egotistical that I enjoy being egotistical. I confess that is probably not the wisest of stances to hold, for it sometimes tends to put people off; those who are able to tolerate me must have an over-abundance of patience and understanding.

But that which I am, I am.

Good fortune,

- Icarus Is Abrasive

I know the feeling. Im actually an egotistical person with an inferiority complex.

Hail, my brother! You make me wonder if I've got an inferiority complex somewhere deep down inside of me... If it is there, I cannot preceive it; but that does not mean it is not there; for my own part, I tend more towards megalomania.

On to my confession...

I confess that last night I had one of my most peculiar dreams to date. I was living with my lover in an old warehouse in Seattle, which we'd converted into a giant studio workshop/laboratory/arcade (with real old fashioned console arcade games!). We were going to go to bed, but then Halloween arrived, and the two of us laid in bed and watched out a window in bemusement as folks in the three-story yuppie condo complex across the street started bungee jumping off of a third story balcony, using what looked like tied together pantyhose as a bungee; this didn't work very well, and people would jump, smack into the ground, and get up, but they kept doing it. Then a parade of costumed partiers came crowding down the street. Some of the windows in our flat were opened, and the costumed partiers started climbing in through them! My lover and I ran around trying to close the windows as fast as we could, but a few folks made it inside; argh! I was about to try to deal with them, when I heard a din coming from the other side of the flat, where the front door was. Apparently a doctor had stopped by to give the crazy old man who lived in a side-room off of the flat a shot of medicine; the doctor had a key to the front door, and when he let himself in, he left it unlocked - and the partiers were pouring in through the front door! I grabbed a pair of automatic pistols and started threatening them to get the hell out, but they did not heed me, and I found that I could not bring myself to shoot them for their drunken revelries. So my lover suggested that we convert the flat into a bar & industrial dance pad, and start to charge admission; which then happened. A black m***et in the crowd who happened to be a formerly famous ex-rapper also turned out to be a gourmet chef, and he started preparing food for everyone in our nicely sized kitchen. As I was walking around looking at people, I felt someone's hand in my pocket, trying to pilfer the pistol I had just placed there; I turned around to see who it was, and it was Keanu Reeves! I said, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" and he ran off into the crowd. It turns out, he went and called Nancy Pelosi, who quickly showed up with a hit squad, and demanded I immediately turn in my pistols. I said "No thanks!" and ninja'ed out a nearby window. She sent her best political ninja after me, a secret service guy in a grey suit. I used my best evasive moves, but he managed to keep up. Eventually I ran and jumped off of a one story roof, just barely clearing the top of a chain link fence gate topped with razor wire. There was an abandoned guard booth just outside of the gate, and I ducked behind it, thinking there was no way the other guy could make the same jump. But he did! At which point I said, "That's enough of you.", and emptied the clip from my pistol at him, killing him. I then wrapped his body in a nearby clear plastic painting tarp, and dumped him in the abandoned guard booth. It was full of trash, which I used to obscure the body; I planned to come back later and bury it properly. I went back to my flat to kick Pelosi out, but she had already left with her minions. Just then, our m***et ex-wrapper chef finished preparing the buffet, which I have to say, looked awesome! My lover was there, and she called me over to try some of the food. I went over, and smacked my lips hungrily - but this translated into my actual mouth moving, and it woke me up! Before I could try the food! Damnit!

I swear to the gods I'm not making this up; in fact, I left large portions of the actual dream out. I just hope I can find my way back there tonight. Wish me luck, if you dare.

Good fortune,

- Icarus Dreamt of What?!

i confess i have one of my favorite baseball cards in my avatar

I confess that I really should be asleep right now but honestly... I'm too addicted to being on here.

I confess I agree with Mish!

I confess I am on here instead of tidying up

I confess that the NTs I live with are driving me mad

I confess I do not believe you require any patience of your friends, whatsoever. You are more of a joy than you realize, and far too hard on yourself.

I confess that I am very lazy sometimes, when I just don't have enough energy.