I am indifferent to virtually all sports.
I wish my brother had married a different woman.
I look at teaching these days simply as a means of paying the bills.
I’d rather travel alone than with someone if I’m going to stay overnight somewhere.
I’d like to try pot smoking but have no idea where to get pot. (I am not interested in trying anything else.)
Someday, I want to move out of California.
Aw hell, I’ll throw a few out there. . . one of them is false, though [sub]it’s a test[/sub]
I couldn’t give a damn about mass media. As far as I’m concerened, it’s a bunch of self-serving vultures picking off the dead carcass of a story they’re trying to ramrod down the American public’s throat. Really, is the fact that some little dog fell down a fuckin’ well in Arkansas really going to affect my life in any way/shape/form? Prolly not. If I want news, I’ll go out and find out what I need to know. And at that, I’d prefer to read it. In an unbiased form. Yes, NPR is right up my alley.
This goes for salespeople too. I shop like this: I go into the store, grab what I want, and go pay for it. I hate people that try to sell me stuff. Just give me the damn merch, and let me go.
I am usually too trusting of people. This has bit me in the ass on several occasions. I should have pressed charges on an occasion or two, but I thought I’d be “diplomatic” and let the other person come and apologize. I’m still waiting for those apologies. :smack: :mad:
I am excited I’m going into EOD school. I get my thrills doing work other people wouldn’t want to touch. My heroes are Indiana Jones and John Wayne, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Although, I know I can’t always just “wing it” like the Duke.
I’m voting for Nader. I just cannot feed the damn machine any longer.
I’ve really pre-written out my little siglines years ago. I’m really just going down a list and scratching them off as I go. Sometimes if I get stuck, I flip open a book to a random page and plagiarize what I find.
I love my wife, and I don’t think I tell her enough.
I cling to my own words: “I am old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyway.” This too has come back to bite me in the ass.
I don’t have any cleavage to speak of. But I do have a nice Ginsu steak knife set I got for Christmas one year.
Tripler
. . . so that’s when I looked at the priest and said, “Well shoot Padre, that’s why the hovercraft is full of eels!”
I am playing hookey from work today
Well, some of you people are terrifying.
I secretly wonder if something might be wrong with my husband’s brain… because he has no interest in animals. What kind of person doesn’t like animals?
I have trust issues with women, unless they’re lesbians. I really like hanging out with lesbians.
I would give anything to have friendships like the ones I had in high school. Friendship was so effortless then. I’m very lonely.
I don’t quite know what kind of person I am, but I confess I have no interest in animals.
I’m aware some of you exist out there. It boggles my mind. In a world of squid, spiders, giant tree sloths, potato bugs, and fluffy kittens, I am in constant awe of biological organisms and have a hard time understand how one could NOT be.
Aw! Deleted!
Remember when you were begging for a date to some company dinner?
I was so friggin tempted. However it has only been recently that I’ve (pretty much) gotten past my divorce and am (sort of) ready to actually date real live women.
But trust me, we’ve rolled in the hay quite a few times.
I was suprised at how limber you were.
While criticizing, mocking and otherwise haranguing groups of people is allowed on this board, wishing death on them and saying you would like to commit mass murder yourself is absolutely jerkish. This is an official warning not to do this again.
I confess that I know more about some long-time and beloved Dopers than I ever wanted or liked to know and subsequently have judged them unworthy of my appreciation. I can’t separate a post from the poster when it comes to these folks and I freakin’ hate when I see them lauded in any way by other posters. I have no doubt that it is reciprocated in some way.
Almost every gift my parents give me that isn’t cash gets given to Goodwill.
I’ve dated for dinner when I didn’t have much money.
Um…
This is difficult. Please don’t hate.
I don’t like most children. I love my own kids and grands but I really don’t care about any other people’s kids. They usually get on my nerves… whining brats.
I try to seem a lot nicer than I really am. I want to be nicer. Sort of…
Only my taste counts to me - I don’t listen to the “experts” in food, or wine, or the arts. I don’t care what they say.
I’m a middle aged African American woman. I think Gregory House (the character) is sexy. Ron White (the redneck comic) too. My AA friends would have a fit. (I’m grinning thinking about telling them).
I usually think I’m the sexiest chick in the room - the best dancer too.
I don’t like dark chocolate. Yuck.
I love milk chocolate and even white chocolate.
Oh, yeah, wait; I got another confession:
I’m totally afraid of the big-ass Gerber garbage truck that empties the dumpster in my apartment complex every Monday. If I’m home in the afternoon and I hear it coming and I’m on my balcony, I won’t say I go inside, but I have to force myself not to.
Forget about going out in the parking lot. Although a couple of weeks ago I was leaving for work later and IT CAME. While I was walking through the parking lot. Of course, I kept walking and got in my car, but it was a scary moment.
Nah, I’ve taken many years of martial arts and dance classes. Limber isn’t a problem at all. Usually it is my volume that catches people off guard.
As for other confessions, I found a potential replacement roommate for my place and I told her that half of the monthly rent/utilities would be $800. This is true, except for the fact that they reduced my rent and with her paying $800 that puts my monthly expenses at about $500. I feel bad, but not bad enough to tell her about it.
What a fun thread! I too was hoping for more pics (Also, maybe a revealing picture of Zebra), but I’ll live.
Here’s a short list of things standing between me and a communion wafer:
I think what upsets me about it is that men will use it as a bargaining chip to make up for their perceived shortcomings, but unless you’re buying me things… I don’t see how it’s making up for anything. And if you are buying me things, then I’m a gold digger. So either way, I don’t want to hear about your wallet. Evar.
Also, I have never shared a bank account with a significant other, despite being married twice.
I’m also quite fond of “You put WHAT in there?” porn and… well, basically anything that doesn’t involve kids, the dead or feces/vomit. :eek: Needless to say, I only really get the chance to indulge when NO ONE is home.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy compliments in hindsight… but while they’re happening, I’m kind of a mess.
Despite my generally non-competitive nature, I do not like it when my best friends love life is doing better than mine. It’s not that I don’t want her to be happy (we’re very close), I just don’t want her to be too much happier than me. It’s definitely a big character flaw on my part and I hate it.
I laughed until I thought I was going to pee over switching the lights off in the special education bathroom.
Enlightenment is obviously very, very far away for me. 
Enlightenment is overrated if it involves not being able to laugh at the suffering of special ed children.
God I really am evil aren’t I?
Yes… but… do you have any cleavage?
Alright! Fine, I’ll confess. You don’t have to bend my arm.
I love cleavage. Kinda proud of that one, actually.
While fascinated by the diversity of life on this planet, I am not interested at all in owning pets.
I love really catchy, over-produced, and trendy rock music.
I love Red Bull because it’s not even red, and it tastes like Flintstones Vitamins! Mmmmm B12.
I hate Jazz.
I have a thing about not touching raw meat. I won’t do it, so don’t ask.
I’m an insufferable homebody. I could stay in my house for weeks at a time, and be perfectly happy, so long as I have Computer, Internet, TV, Books, Music, and Movies.
Super picky eater. Won’t even get near seafood.
I get nervous when I go to formal or fancy restaurants.
The thought of traveling overseas makes me get all silly in my tummy. I fear the unknown. Besides, what would I eat?
I can’t write worth shit, but I love to anyway.
I fixate on my own mortality a lot, when I’m not thinking about the opposite sex.
Sports and most politics bore me to tears. (but, GObama!)
Hey, I want to teach college. Is there something I should know?
Sorry for being a tease. Here:
