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- Anonymous said...
I met you once, a long time ago.
I think you're soon-to-be husband is really sexy... I'm sort of jealous and happy for you all at the same time. Congratulations.June 25, 2009 1:18 PM
I have to tell you that I worked with a man who gave me the creeps for almost 8 months. He sat next to me and I would literally feel sick. He would try to be nice and I would feel creeped out. I have never felt so disgusted by being around someone as I did him. Our other co-workers tried to be nice to him, and they would often say he was trying to hard. On several occasions we got into loud, tense disagreements. He made me so sick. There were times I had to actually leave the room because of the things he would say about women.
Today I got a bit of news. He didn't quit this job. He was incarcerated, for sexual assault. He has been on the sex offender registry for 10 years. His creepy pictures are updated every year, and in each one I see that look that gave me shivers. I told them all. One told me today he was glad I never put my self in a position to be alone with him. But my company did, by never running a background check. It was there, for the whole world to see.
This has taught me again: trust your gut.
- Anonymous said...
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April 2, 2009 2:23 PM
- Anonymous said...
I feel sorry for those who are going through a heartbreak right now. I know that once you go through a real heartbreak of any sort, you never really completely get over it. But, the freshness of a gash placed squarely in your heart by the very person that you thought you would love forever is hauntingly painful. Those first few months trying to get used to sleeping alone - questioning every little thing you did, everything you said. Wondering if there's still a chance to fix it all, but knowing deep down, you really can't.
The hard thing about that is being the friend on the outside watching. Knowing, that there really isn't anything you can do to make the situation better. Heartbreak has to be a singular experience. Of course, you can always be there for your friend, but ultimately, that friend has to derive his lessons on his / her own. To my friend who is going through the ringer right now: I'm so sorry that she hurt you. Please know that it's not the end of the world. Take your time, learn what you need to learn, recover, find yourself. I'll be here either way.
SUBJECT CHANGE:
I give a guy my email address. He emails me. We email for a week. Nothing sexual, or inappropriate. Just "getting to know you" type emails. One evening, he showed up at my place of employ. "OH! How nice!", I thought. All was well. We had a few beers, and then he had to exucse himself to take a phone call. When he came back, he said, "I have some friends coming". "GREAT!", I responded. This total DOUCHE-BAG wasted 2 hours of my time after he introduced me to his drunk WIFE who showed up. Now really....why in the hell would you do that? In the week prior that we were emailing, nothing was EVER mentioned about a wife. That shoulda been the FIRST thing that he told me. How effin' rude. Bad karma for him. I got up and left. I guess he thought he'd make it all better with a follow up email stating, "I thought you knew." Well, YEAH....I WOULD HAVE known that...if you would have MENTIONED it. You complete loser-time-waster-ass-wipe.
I quit. Between that crap and another potential heart break...I'm having a hard time seeing that it's worth it. Ever.April 27, 2009 10:08 AM
- Anonymous said...
I can't win with you. I can't be who you want me to be. Stop trying to mold me in your head to your exact specifications.I'm not your perfect girl. I'm just me. Take it or leave it,but I'm over it.
- Anonymous said...
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- Anonymous said...
I love working in an office. OK, no I don't. Let me rephrase that...I love working in an office where I'm the only female. It's like being a female corrections officer working in an all male prison, except none of my co-workers are convicted felons, and I don't have a tendency for fried foods and carry a pistol on my hip. And none of my co-workers have ever thrown any type of fecal matter at me or any type of bodily fluid. OK, so the corrections facilty analogy wasn't a good one.
It's like being the only rock star in the world Monday thru Friday from 8 to 5. Yeah.
I love any type of obscure, underlying sexual tension in the office - whether there's attraction there or not. I just think it's BRILLIANT fun.
And as long as it stays at the underlying, brilliant fun level...all is good at the office.
A word of unsoclicited advice...don't ever act out on any sexual tension in the office. Ever - under any circumstance.
That's just what I heard.
- Anonymous said...
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I have ridiculous celebrity crushes. I actually take a few minutes out of my day and wonder what it would be like to just have a casual day at home, watching Christian Bale eat a bowl of cereal, or seeing Jake Gyllenhaal in just pajama pants reading the paper with glasses on.
I have a crush on someone I know. Weird, since this person is not of the male variety. Also (oddly enough), I don't have the balls or the wherewithal to pursue it.
I had to let a former friend go this past weekend. It was a tough choice, but for the best...for both of us (even though I don't think he really understands).
I had to cut ties with a former lover this weekend. It makes me sad that I'll never see him again. We had such a great connection. Again, it's for the best. I will miss him.
If I could live anywhere I wanted, it wouldn't be here. It wouldn't even be on this continent.
OH....and I'm also crushin' HARDCORE on someone who is WAAAY too young for me. **SIGH**
That is all. - March 23, 2009 10:37 AM
- Anonymous said...
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the people i can't tolerate are the people i most want to sleep with. in some fashion, they delve right below the surface of my reasoning and just pick away at my moral fiber until i cannot think of anything but putting them in their place with a good toss in the sack. but then i would dislike them even more.
- March 23, 2009 10:44 AM
- Anonymous said...
i shave my mustache. i'm a girl.
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