tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post3398237703980845361..comments2023-06-20T10:07:40.783-05:00Comments on Tell Me About It...: post-secret-esque wednesdayNataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01225456755011937217noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-1738798806034943382008-07-15T15:16:00.000-05:002008-07-15T15:16:00.000-05:00over-thinker - as soon as i saw your post secret p...over-thinker - as soon as i saw your post secret post i thought it was a fabulous idea! i wasn't sure what question you would ask after the one about lying. then i saw loralee's post. then sra's. i decided that by that point it didn't matter if i did it too. and if you continue to do it with specific questions that will be great! people will still share. it looks like people have a lot of secrets out there!Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01225456755011937217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-53510850845773000592008-07-15T13:45:00.000-05:002008-07-15T13:45:00.000-05:00Sometimes I get so tired of blogging. It's such ef...Sometimes I get so tired of blogging. It's such effort to be creative and originalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-6577571664110983442008-07-14T22:52:00.000-05:002008-07-14T22:52:00.000-05:00Totally kidding :) I'm thrilled that this is being...Totally kidding :) I'm thrilled that this is being passed around. Especially since I also ripped it off from Post-Secret.<BR/><BR/>I hope I don't get sued :) If they come after me, I'm running away to Turkey and hiding out with a family with a name that rhymes with DIXON.The Over-Thinkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15027583884045527896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-47842577046265224142008-07-14T22:50:00.000-05:002008-07-14T22:50:00.000-05:00I can't believe Natalie ripped off this idea from ...I can't believe Natalie ripped off this idea from me!!<BR/><BR/>HEY JOE!!!! Where did you put the ABORT!ABORT! button???The Over-Thinkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15027583884045527896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-25624031691166330882008-07-13T01:01:00.000-05:002008-07-13T01:01:00.000-05:00Although I had a very successful career and ended ...Although I had a very successful career and ended up on top of the heap, I've done it all with a really bad inferiority complex.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-39866040024979670982008-07-11T21:43:00.000-05:002008-07-11T21:43:00.000-05:00i don't know who dooce is...i don't know who dooce is...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-71666168813623305852008-07-10T18:53:00.000-05:002008-07-10T18:53:00.000-05:00i really did drive all the way back to the rest ar...i really did drive all the way back to the rest area just to make sure that the cat had gotten a new home.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and I'm glad some other people aren't all that fired up about Dooce, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-54189175468238184262008-07-10T16:46:00.000-05:002008-07-10T16:46:00.000-05:00Sometimes, I'm just overcome with jealousy that I'...Sometimes, I'm just overcome with jealousy that I'm not as cool as LiteralDan.<BR/><BR/>Now, how do I make this anonymous, again? Ah, I think I see how...LiteralDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16704368269389527451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-84253060454609225442008-07-10T14:18:00.000-05:002008-07-10T14:18:00.000-05:00Sometimes I like to parade around in women's cloth...Sometimes I like to parade around in women's clothing while singing Barbara Streisand songs, and then go trolling for sailors.<BR/><BR/>S*it, I thought this was anonymous!<BR/><BR/>ABORT, ABORT.HeyJoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04882102269183779983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-47758685037368863482008-07-10T10:33:00.000-05:002008-07-10T10:33:00.000-05:00Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I ne...Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I never made all the mistakes I made. Sometimes I look back a regret the decisions that I made. But I know that I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything... I just wonder about it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-1347240089493477932008-07-09T22:55:00.000-05:002008-07-09T22:55:00.000-05:00I hate Dooce too! I'm glad to finally hear someone...I hate Dooce too! I'm glad to finally hear someone else say it so I don't have to say it on my own blog and ruin my reputation! Well, I guess I can't really guarantee that that won't happen sometime.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-84696473204374963192008-07-09T20:08:00.000-05:002008-07-09T20:08:00.000-05:00Where to begin??Where to begin??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-52715647127883416252008-07-09T18:40:00.000-05:002008-07-09T18:40:00.000-05:00Pioneer woman is starting to get on my nerves.Pioneer woman is starting to get on my nerves.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-90679068872551704422008-07-09T17:11:00.000-05:002008-07-09T17:11:00.000-05:00I'm tired of being lonely. If you have a best frie...I'm tired of being lonely. If you have a best friend, or just a good friend, tell them how much you appreciate them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-50075922926496994902008-07-09T16:17:00.000-05:002008-07-09T16:17:00.000-05:00I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I...I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I met three weeks ago,thankfully he feels the same way. We are already looking at apartments! we haven't told anyone though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-43304237891367150512008-07-09T15:16:00.000-05:002008-07-09T15:16:00.000-05:00I hate Dooce !!I hate Dooce !!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-41067825237000566742008-07-09T14:42:00.000-05:002008-07-09T14:42:00.000-05:00Sometimes I fantasize about leaving my husband and...Sometimes I fantasize about leaving my husband and kids to travel the world. In my fantasy, I don't miss them.<BR/><BR/>But a few minutes later, I realize how very MUCH I would miss them, and squeeze them tight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-33898946415873447362008-07-09T13:21:00.000-05:002008-07-09T13:21:00.000-05:00Hey-just heard in the news of an incident at a con...Hey-just heard in the news of an incident at a consulate office in Turkey-Hoping you're all ok!!!I can't find my bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02613321200230079978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-46618864218534187682008-07-09T11:57:00.000-05:002008-07-09T11:57:00.000-05:00I go back and forth on whether I think my boyfrien...I go back and forth on whether I think my boyfriend and I are going to stay together. One day, I want to make it work, and the next I think it's only a matter of time before I break this off. And I wonder if he's not going through the same thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-69465213549406486732008-07-09T11:42:00.000-05:002008-07-09T11:42:00.000-05:00I'm not attracted to my husband at all. In fact h...I'm not attracted to my husband at all. In fact he kind of repulses me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-73635424928051494832008-07-09T11:36:00.000-05:002008-07-09T11:36:00.000-05:00In high school, I had 3 football jocks steal candy...In high school, I had 3 football jocks steal candy out of my bag several times, so the following day, I replaced the chocolate candy with laxatives. They stole it, ate it and ended up in the bathroom the rest of the day.<BR/><BR/>They never admitted to stealing the stuff, but said I gave it to them. The principal called me into the office to ask why I had given them laxatives, and I acted shocked and ran through my bag in utter dismay that my laxatives were gone, while I muttered things about getting constipated around that time of the month. <BR/><BR/>I totally knew they had stolen them, but acted as if I didn't.<BR/><BR/>The state championship game was that night and they could not play, due to abdominal cramping. <BR/><BR/>We lost. <BR/><BR/>I have always felt a little guilty about that... or do I?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-60963022236211944192008-07-09T11:31:00.000-05:002008-07-09T11:31:00.000-05:00I have a list of bloggers I'd like to kick in the ...I have a list of bloggers I'd like to kick in the ass (not you though).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-41799860375934136482008-07-09T11:16:00.000-05:002008-07-09T11:16:00.000-05:00sometimes i worry that deep down I am not a nice p...sometimes i worry that deep down I am not a nice person<BR/><BR/>i worry i will never succeed in the thing i want in life<BR/><BR/>i feel like i have no talents and i can not write<BR/><BR/>despite all this i am really happy and i do feel blessedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-44150200530807601802008-07-09T10:42:00.000-05:002008-07-09T10:42:00.000-05:00Yes, we ate your parmesan. You had told us to kee...Yes, we ate your parmesan. You had told us to keep our hands off anything with English writing on it (though I'm sure you said it in a much kinder way), which we did, but we hadn't realized that the Parmesan was from France until after we had opened it and used it! We debated what to do, but then we saw that it was expired, so we figured we might as well continue eating the French cheese. Thanks, by the way.Ronnicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545460026004087995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21957679.post-17073369717766170632008-07-09T10:16:00.000-05:002008-07-09T10:16:00.000-05:00Okay, I posted the answers about you. Of course, ...Okay, I posted the answers about you. Of course, this isn't a secret either...Ronnicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545460026004087995noreply@blogger.com