My name is pbbth and I have a few confessions to make.
1.) Any time I park a car in a parking lot or see someone else parking a car in a parking lot I think to myself, “Remember, we’re parked in the Itchy Lot.” Every. Single. Time.
2.) I find joy in watching men check out my cleavage. I specifically wear low cut tops and bras that give me incredible cleavage when I am going out and about just for this purpose.
3.) I would rather read a trashy romance or suspense novel than a newspaper. I still read the newspaper and pay attention to current events but every time I am reading about the war in Iraq or the latest news in the presidential race I think to myself, “You know what would be better than this? Stephen King or Nora Roberts.”
Ahhh, I feel much better now that I have confessed. Your turn!
In the episode of The Simpsons where they go to Itchy and Scratchy Land and they park the car in the Itchy Lot. There are two parking lots at Itchy and Scratchy Land, both huge and difficult to navigate, so remembering which lot they are parked in is useless.
An admirable attitude. But I actively and specifically avoid looking at cleavage that is obviously on display. Just like a Porsche, or other expensive / “hot” car - I refuse to give you the satisfaction of acknowledgment.
I hate the Simpsons, I hate Lord of the Rings, and I hate all science-fiction literature, and I do not consider J.G. Ballard and Harlan Ellison to be science fiction, I consider them to be surrealist. I also hate Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I’m gay and for all my joking around about that automatically meaning that I have both fashion and decorating style, I don’t. I don’t dress like a slob (well, most of the time) and my house is decently furnished and decorated but I have no clue as to the latest trends in fashion and decor. Even though I have a real fondness for buying shirts. I buy what I like not caring whether or not it’s the latest, hotest, most must have thing.
I like plain old everyday beer and plain old everyday coffee. Sure sometimes it’s good to have a beer from a fancy microbrewery or have a high falutin’ coffee drink, but here in the cave, it’s plain old beer and coffee.
I’m southern and I really prefer unsweetened iced tea. This is considered heresy.
I despoilered the above quote because I felt there was no legitimate reason for it to be in a spoiler box. That’s an example of my wholly unearned arrogance, which I’m now confessing to.
I like using the phrase “a whole nother”, even though I know it’s wrong.
I have superstitious fears in spite of having zero belief in the supernatural. I don’t believe in God, but I also don’t talk about getting a new car while I’m driving my truck – as if my truck will hear and begin acting up.
I hardly ever read a real book anymore. My secret shame is reading fanfiction. A lot of it. And the subjects I read are the pairing of Severus Snape with Hermione Granger, the Stargate SG1 pairing of Jack and Sam, and the Star Trek Enterprise pairing of Trip and T’pol
I think my confession here is done. Is someone offering penance and whatnot? Some rosaries?