Even though I am a big 230 lb manly man, I like chick flicks. Romantic Comedies, call them what you wish, I like them. They tug at my heart strings and I usually (usually) feel good after I see one.
If he’s that competent he really ought to have programmed one remote to run everything by now. And he calls himself a man!
But the important question is: how often do you cry?
While watching or in general?
Actually, I have had an odd thing happen - after the last few operations I have found that I get weepy more than I used to. I don’t know why. I don’t mean that I break down and cry a lot, but I tear up during emotional moments.
Tabby, babs, see point 1…
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I feel guilty for harboring impure thoughts about our very attractive (male) Chinese grad student. And our even-moreso (also male) half-Korean / half German grad student. I’m older than they are, I’m in a mentoring position to them, they have SO’s to whom they are deeply attached, I shouldn’t be staring at the back of their necks like that…
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I sometimes secretly wish I that I had nice boobs and that someone would admire them in an appropriately drooling manner. The rest of the time I would like to personally castrate men who look too intently at my large but unattractive bust (disgusting perverts!).
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I have a mildly obsessive interest in pop-culture references to video games, anime and RPGs that I have never directly experienced and have no overwhelming desire to actually so experience (except Portal - the song is so cute, I now need to play the game…).
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I try to keep an open mind, but if you believe strongly in religion (any religion), are deeply invested in team sports, or claim to prefer heavy metal, grunge, punk or rap/hip-hop/whatever-the-damn-stuff-is-called-nowadays over other musical genres, I will think less of you.
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If you don’t like classical music, any classical music, ever, then you do not deserve to be considered human and can be freely killed.
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Ditto if you don’t like animals.
JRB
Whenever a date is mentioned such as “16th century” I have to tell myself “1500’s”
Same prob throughout all the centuries AD.
I had sex with my boyfriend on the bus ride back from Atlantic City today.
I can sew. I’m a far superior tailor than my sister, who can barely sew at all. On my last visit, I repaired my tears in my niece’s skirt so well that when she asked me to show her where the tears had been, I could not find them. I have also sewn my niece SpongeBob stuffed toys.
I like cloaks. If it were socially acceptable, I’d wear a hooded cloak all the time.
I like children and antiques. I am constantly afraid beautiful, rich, geeky women will assume I am gay and not approach me.
As you can tell by this thread I am an exhibitionist. I am generally ashamed of my body. I am proud of my face, my hands, and my penis and wish I got a chance to show it off more.
I think that’s enough confessing for now.
ok, I’m ony confessing this because i’m ready for the snarkisms, should they show their ugly heads.
I interviewed with one of those psychic companies for a posistion as a Tarot reader.
I never, in my widlest dreams, thought I would do such a thing because, based OME, rarely have I received one that was remotely close to being accurate.
I think I have a shot at the job because the interviewer indicated that the reading was not the most flattering she’s received, but it was honest and down to earth and she was amazed atthe accuracy to the situation since I had no idea what the question/situation was (which is how I do my readings most of the time), which made me
So, I confess, I am a psycho-oligist (?) psycho-iatrist (?) and the next thing ya know I’ll be wearing weird hippie-gypsy-clothing, rigging mechanics to a table, conducting seances, and selling “magikal potions” at the state fair. That, is my destiny. :eek:
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You were pretty damn accurate with mine. And I don’t believe in tarot, astrology, etc. I printed it out, and ruminate on it from time to time.
Hokay, confession time.
I am incredibly disorganised in terms of a daily sleep/wake/eat rhythm. I have great difficulty maintaining any sort of schedule. This has caused problems at work.
I hate the endless whirling chaos in my mind, and I go to the gym to subject myself to physical pain and exercise in order to get away from my mind. This sometimes works, and has staved off suicidal depression in the past few months.
I haven’t had a girlfriend since 1993. I consider myself to be a romantic failure because of this.
I have great difficulty recognising the identity of people in their faces, even those of people I have known for decades. A change of hairstyle, an absence of six months… I will probaby not recongnise you without have to deduce consciously who you are.
Even so, when, for the first time in a long time, a woman was interested in me, I remained ambiguous and non-committal, because I quite frankly do not think I have the strength to take care of her. (Single mom, severe medical problems.)
I blew off my AutoCAD course because I was so freaked out by the results of my attempt at being an Independent Businessperson that I didn’t want to go near it for six months. Now I am about to pay again to take the course again.
I will thank you not to think of me pleasuring myself. Unless you post a pic and I approve, I would thank you not to fantasize about me at all.:eek:
SSG Schwartz
You’re a weekend too late! Those type of pictures were for the free-for-all amnesia weekend.
I prefer the end pieces of bread. They are the best part of the whole loaf and they make the best grilled cheese sandwiches.
I’ve never been in a Starbucks. The smell of coffee makes me gag.
I’m female, and straight, but I can appreciate a beautiful woman. And it’s not all about looks…it’s how they carry themselves, their confidence, their mood, smile, how they treat others, etc. Beauty is more than what’s on the surface.
I am constantly checking out guys’ crotches. I hope no one catches me staring.
I find most bald men to be very sexy. I wish guys wouldn’t stress out so much over losing their hair. It’s not what makes them attractive to me.
I cry more tears of joy than tears of sadness.
I think I’m psychic. I don’t talk about it much and don’t try to get winning lottery numbers or anything. Just weird stuff happens randomly, and I’m given detailed notice anywhere from 10 minutes to 5 seconds that something is about to happen. Drives me nuts because so far it’s been totally useless. I can usually tell who’s on the phone before and when it rings, people I haven’t seen or thought of in years come to mind and I find out shortly after (within hours) that they just died. I knew a particular card was going to be turned over at a casino but I didn’t have any money left so I told my friend and he increased his wager and won (and I’m not a card counter…my crappy track record at normal card games is evidence of this). Heard my dad’s voice and spoke with him a few times in the days after his death. Haven’t heard from him since just after the funeral. Mom hopes he’ll drop in and tell me where he put the key to the safety deposit box. I love animals and several times have been befriended by usually antisocial dogs and cats. The looks on the owners’ faces are priceless. “She doesn’t even come to ME and I’ve owned her for eight years!”
I have one confession about confessions:
There are certain aspects of myself that I’ve never really shared with anyone, and while I’m starting to feel a bit at home here enough to start confessing some I probably won’t ever because A) I have some college friends that peruse this board and I feel self-conscious about sharing things they can see, and B) I still hold on to the notion that someday I might be able to compete on Survivor, and I don’t want the internet getting all up in my business because they dig up all sorts of dirt just for the hell of it. :smack:
I don’t think I’ve seen anything by Joss Whedon, and I don’t really have any interest in doing so, either.
I’m a 22 year old film student, and I have never seen The Godfather, nor 2, nor 3. I haven’t seen Casino, and have only just watched an Indiana Jones. I’ve never seen all of Citizen Kane, and have never watched Cassablanca- My favourite film of all time might just be Mean Girls.
I also think that The OC was a great show and should never have been cancelled.
I tell people I hate Sushi, but the truth is I’ve never even tried it.
Oh, and I’m a huge warcraft fan, but I played WoW for fifteen minutes and hated it.
Ohh Noes :smack:
Can’t we pretend that this is that weekend and then say we have amnesia?
I will not share the butt bread with you even if our kitties look alike --shifty eyes-- it’s all MINE.