Okay I’ve got another one.
Any time I see or meet up with one of those crazy bible thumping, megachurch, hands in the air singing along, creationist, quiverfull type Christians, I have a violent fantasy about locking all the doors to the building and gassing the lot of them like roaches. I confess this because if I had no chance of getting caught I’d do this in a minute.
In most things I try to be understanding of all points of view, yet I harshly judge …
I am not really interested in mass media, I haven’t seen a movie in years and I hardly ever watch TV. But when I do watch (if it’s not the news) it’s syndicated sitcoms, Dr Phil (I can’t stand him … but I can’t get enough of his blasted show), or America’s Next Top Model. I don’t know anybody else who watches those so it’s not even like I’m doing it to keep up with water cooler talk at work.
I think illegal drugs are generally better for people than legal ones, both for my own personal use and as a basis of public policy. (I also understand that most of both categories are inappropriate in most situations.)
I believe that bike helmets and bike lanes make me (as a cyclist) less safe, but I use both for fear of confrontations with my bike activist friends.
I prefer most dogs to most people. But although I am a devoted big-dog person, I quite like well-mannered small dogs too, and I would get one to keep my great big pit bull company, if only my big-dog-loving boyfriend would agree with me.
I’m afraid of H.P. Lovecraft’s universe. Especially in winter. If I’m not careful, I forget that the stuff was written by someone and really sincerely believe that Cthulhu lurks below the seas and that something is waiting to be found in the mountains of Antarctica. I can’t really admit this to my geek friends. Especially since saying it will perhaps make it come true.
Iä.
I’ve heard arguments both for and against helmets (and helmet laws for that matter), but just out of curiosity, because I’ve never heard it mentioned before…why do bike lanes make you feel less safe?
I was especially bored with the part where Frodo kills Sauron with a 1920’s style “Death Ray”.
Are you me?
Friday night I went out with a (male) friend who I haven’t seen in 10 or 12 pounds. He quite enjoyed my increased cleavage-osity and told me I am “voluptuous.” Judging by his expression, it was quite obviously a compliment.
I think I love him.
I didn’t care all that much for my maternal grandmother, and I still feel guilty about it even though she’s been dead a good few years.
I broke down at my father’s funeral and I still feel ashamed about it, even though he’s been gone a few good years as well. I sobbed so hard that a huge booger flew out of my nose in front of all the mourners and everytime I remember this - in slow motion, of course - I want to die.
I present myself as a caring and patient person, but inwardly I want to choke the living shit out of a LOT of people. Like, shake them until something goes ‘CRACK!’ while screaming “What the hell is wrong with you?! Leave me the hell alone!!”
I like porn. My wife is convinced it’s evil, and this makes me feel guilty.
I fixate on certain things. Right now I’m fixating on taking the MSF course & getting a cheap motorcycle, even though I know my priority should be apartment hunting because our lease is up in a couple of months. I can’t help it.
I just remembered - it annoys me when my mother cries. I get concerned when anyone else cries or is visibly upset, but when it happens to my mom, I just want to scream, “Get over it!” or at a minimum roll my eyes. I’ve spent years and years comforting her over her tragedies and everyone of her friend’s tragedies, plus my own. When I was robbed at gunpoint and could have been shot in the head for the four bucks in my purse, it took me a good week to get her to stop blubbering everytime I spoke to her over the phone. When my mom’s trainer’s mother died, I was accused of being cold because I didn’t break down right along with my mom over the phone when I got the news. “Um, mom, have you met this person?” “No, but it’s tragic…just so very tragic.”
Then when my sister’s cat got sick and horked up a hairball the size of a remote last week, I got yelled at for laughing. The cat was fine, but apparently such a “close call” necessitates far more gravity than I’m capable of at such times.
I scratch mosquito bites until they bleed.
My kids watch too much TV.
I think redneck jokes are funny.
Okay, that’s about as much naked self-revelation as I can handle for one day.
I’m the same way! My boyfriend says I’ve redefined the term “insatiable” for him.
I want that picture! It would make me happy deep down in my soul! If you take a picture of you looking appreciative of my breasts I will totally make that the background image on my computer and I’ll take a picture of me with said background image to prove it!
Careful - you could set off a recursive effect that could potentially destroy the universe!
It made me laugh, too.
Also, I’ve always wanted to drop acid, but never had the nerve (or the opp) to do so. I am terrified that I’ll have a bad trip or worse, one I never come back from (my husband’s godmother’s son had that happen to him). So, it ain’t gonna happen, but every now and then I wonder…
You could check your area for dental schools. Sometimes you can get a good deal, especially if you have a problem that fits someone’s testing needs. My son got flown from California to Nevada so that his teeth cleaning could be someone’s certification test. For the test, the student had to produce someone with enough plaque in the right places. He had to go through an examination to prove to the student that his teeth were plaque-y enough.
For the thread:
My bed is not made.
(Sorry. I was raised by hermits. That’s about as self-disclosing as I’m comfortable being today.)
Once or twice, I’ve said something on this board that I didn’t entirely mean.
Okay, this is probably a confession I shouldn’t make because of the weirdness that will be caused by it, but here goes:
I have met Zebra and I think he is hella sexy. Before I met my boyfriend I occasionally considered PMimg him and seeing if he’d fancy a roll in the hay. And as an exhibitionist the bolded portion above really makes me think I probably should have attempted it at one point. :o
I’d like to confess that due to ahem certain posters, I am now singing Nelly very loudly.
“It’s gettin’ hot in here…”
And that’s set me off singing Weird Al.
“Hey you, disgusting slob, you better take your tra-a-sh out!”
Only happy to oblige!* 
Enjoy!
Huzzah! I have indeed made your picture the background on my computer, JustAnotherGeek! I even took pictures of me next to the background to prove it. I am linking one here (it is a very, very bad picture of me but it is proof that I upheld my end of the bargain) and I am sending a special one to the email address you have listed in your profile, just to say thanks. 
Enjoy!