I used to do that, too! Or if I had to have a certain number of references for a paper, I’d just throw stuff in my bibliography that clearly had nothing to do with my topic. Like I wrote a paper comparing Thomas Hardy and Tim O’Brien (my teacher knew I loved O’Brien, and told me I’d like Hardy, too, but I hate the bastard–that’s a confession in itself) and I needed six sources for it; I believe my “works cited” page included Greasy Lake by TC Boyle, an article on Rick Moody in Poets and Writers, and a book on birds of Southeast America. If the teacher noticed, she didn’t say anything.
“I need the biggest seed bell you have. . . no, that’s too big.”–Hans Moleman
I don’t wear underwear in the summer.
I hate fried chicken - or any meat that still has bones in it (including ribs).
I also talk to myself (and my alter egos) - outloud. On the weekends when I have my 5 month old son all day, it is the only adult conversation I have.
I sing in the car, but don’t qualify it as a confession. I freely admit that I sing in the car. I see many other people singing in their cars. I find it sad that people are embarrassed to admit that they sing. I even will sing weird little songs to my son that I compose - in front other people.
The Highlander is my favorite movie, though I don’t think that qualifies as a confession. And other than the movie I just mentioned, I am movie illiterate, which does qualify as a confession.
I hate to be licked by dogs.
I cannot fall asleep unless my feet are clean.
I love being single. I have only had one “normal” (traditional) relationship - and it was abusive. I’ll stick to my harem (or I guess, because I am female, that would be a "him"em) from now on.
I don’t wear underwear in the summer.
I hate fried chicken - or any meat that still has bones in it (including ribs).
I also talk to myself (and my alter egos) - aloud. On the weekends when I have my 5 month-old son all day, it is the only adult conversation I have.
I sing in the car, but don’t qualify it as a confession. I freely admit that I sing in the car. I see many other people singing in their cars. I find it sad that people are embarrassed to admit that they sing. I even will sing weird little songs to my son that I compose - in front other people.
The Highlander is my favorite movie, though I don’t think that qualifies as a confession. And other than the movie I just mentioned, I am movie illiterate, which does qualify as a confession.
I hate to be licked by dogs.
I cannot fall asleep unless my feet are clean.
I love being single. I have only had one “normal” (traditional) relationship - and it was abusive. I’ll stick to my harem (or I guess, because I am female, that would be a "him"em) from now on.
Having already confessed my romance novel addiction on another thread, I’ll have to now tell you my real shame.
I like The Thong Song. I sing it all the time.
Dumps like a truck, truck, truck
The guys say what, what, what
Move that butt, butt, butt
Thong, tha, thong thong thong.
ME too! And no one has ever known what I was talking about until now! LOL. I no longer have a Nintendo but I have a similar game on cd-rom that I play constantly. (No music – god, I miss that “chill” tune, lol)
Ok, since this is starting to get really, really sick…
I really like the Gap’s “Are you a Jean or a Khaki?” campaign. I mean I like it almost to the point of (gulp) actually going into a GAP store! I think the commercials are really well done and one of the boys in the “khaki” side of the print ad is just ADORABLE! (Looks like his nickname would be “Scooter.” I’ve got him all figured out, lol.)
“You guys are outta your league…You’re looking at a woman who has her own harpoon!”
When I’m alongeI sing along loudly and off key with the chorus of Bloodhound Gang’s song “Bad Touch”. You want a disgusting web site go to their web site(I won’t put up the URL. It’s that bad.). Oh, yeah, I ate a whole bag of potato chips and dip yesterday.
Keith
“I’m tired of being an object of ridicule. I wanna be a figure of fear, respect, and SEX!”
-Radar O’Reilly
I was watching Narrow Escapes on Discovery last Saturday and I almost (not quite) cried when they managed to save the dog off of the sinking boat. Of course, at the time I had a fever of 106.5 and was seriously delusional, but there it is.
Rosethorn: Have you tried melted butter and salt? Yummy.
missbunny: I once made up the book I was supposed to have read. I got a B IIRC.
Angkins: Gov George Wallace was a two-faced, do-anything-for-a-vote politician from Alafreakinbama. In his first campaign he decried the evils of the black man. He’s the guy who stood in the doorway of the University of Alabama when segregation began. The general of the Alabama Army Nasty Guard was there to enforce the rule of the federal government fortunately. Several elections later he was singing a new tune when civil rights issues became somewhat more popular.
I still haven’t figured out what LOL stands for. I know there’s a guide around here somewhere, but I’m too lazy to look for it.
I have become a compulsive email checker. I check my email more often than my email program checks my email accounts.
I collect Eeyore stuff. I enjoy romance novels occasionally (and see nothing shameful about it), and I love the horror genre. Stephen King Rocks!! (and I see nothing shameful about that either, so )
Rather, I was in the position of a spore which, having finally accepted its destiny as a fungus, still wonders if it might produce penicillin.
–Ayi Kwei Armah
Well, when I was eleven, I was informed coldly by my friends that we were too mature to play pretend anymore. I’ve been in the Pretend closet ever since.
I hosted fake cooking shows when I was little too. In fact, on the rare occasion that I attempt to cook something, even now I carry on the chef monologue. Sometimes with a French accent.
“Now I mix zee cooked macaroni with zee prepackaged cheese-like sauce”
I LOVE uncooked cake-mix pudding! White cake mix tastes the best, though. Chocolate is too rich.
Judy, I always check doors several times. Windows and stoves, too, even though I know I’ve checked them a million times before. It’s a symptom of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Maybe you should look into it. Lots of information on the internet.
Ooh, ooh, here’s another one:
I really, really adored that Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante commercial that everyone else seemed to hate. It’s never on anymore, though. ::sigh::
Milossarian, I’ve seen the first Highlander movie (only the first one; I understand people have actually died from the sequels), and it must be a guy movie, 'cause I didn’t get it. Perhaps it was lingering annoyance that Sean Connery is in a movie called “The Highlander,” yet does not play the Highlander. Or that the sound was is so ineptly done that every time the leading lady walks across the set it sounds like an approaching buffalo. I will grant that, in the early scenes, the Kurgan wears what was undoubtedly the coolest hat in the history of the movies.
Now the TV show! That was something else, and I love it to pieces. And, of course, in Adrian Paul they found someone who was every bit as unintelligible as Christopher Lambert, but several hundred times better looking.
Catrandom
Go to a vet that’s also a taxidermist. Either way, you’ll get your cat back. Sig courtesy of the amazing WallyM7
OK, since everyone else is 'fessing up… I read Star Trek novels, too. I especially enjoy the ST:New Frontier stories, and wouldn’t mind seeing THOSE come to a screen near me.
I’m also a fan of conspiracy theories. Not that I believe, them, mind you; it’s just that the better ones reveal a certain… creativity and lateral thinking that I find entertaining. I also like the ones that make you think for a bit and re-examine your assumptions, even though they’re a crock. (saying this now before I go start a thread in GD)
I have at least three Barry Manilow tapes in my truck at all times. Quite the odd sight, seeing me driving down the road, windows down, sangin’ my little heart out with Barry.
And, I went to see him in concert last year.
sob
I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like me.
—Stuart Smalley
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