Reasons you will hate me

I'm disturbingly proud to be the first commenter here.

I am 100% certain that I will never be completely happy, because I have trapped myself into intractable ordinariness.

I've got a crush on a blogger ... (sound of no-one being taken by surprise)

Forgive me Father, because I am not so sure that I believe in you any more.

I've got a crush on a blogger too...tried to friend him on Facebook and he wasn't having a bar of it. Sigh.

I'm dating a girl I'm only with because she's hot and I enjoy being seen with her. I'm disgusted with myself.

i'm 22, i've never been kissed and never had a boyfriend. I know I'm attractive and smart and lovely but I'm too shy around guys. I'm worried i'll be alone forever.

I just dropped a French dictionary on my face and pretended it didn't hurt because people were watching. I know that later I'll claim that the black eye I have I got in a fight, which I won.

I masturbate to pictures of myself.

To "100% certain" of never being happy - how stupid! The very fact that you realize you're in "intractable ordinariness" shows that you know you can escape, but choose not to. No one should ever be content to merely survive. And it's always difficult to escape ordinariness, but life IS difficult.

To the person who no longer believes in God - don't worry, your faith will come back on your deathbed (as it does to all of us, it seems).

To the guy dating a chick only because she's hot - yes, you are disgusting. And your friends probably KNOW this is why you're dating her, making you seem even lamer.

22-year-old never-been-kissed: You must be giving off a "get lost" vibe. Try having a few drinks, loosening up a little, and attending a few house parties where you can meet friends-of-friends (the best way to meet people).

Kyle Sandilands - yes you did.

French dictionary - gold.

To "BeKazzled" - you have completely missed the point.

Editorialising the confessions and all...how far we've come...

i'm having an affair.

I recently went through a stage of courting a girl and really believing that I was into her until we slept together where I would then realize the whole situation was a trick of sorts that I had played on both her and myself to satisfy my ego.
I think I am over it now though.

I can no longer sympathise readily with people grumping about living in the city (any city; pick one). 'cos I jumped and I'm painfully happy, although it was bloody painful at the time.

I'm sure my lack of sympathy makes me a very bad person. Except I'm a HAPPY bad person, and surely the two counteract eachother?

(Note: having said this, I can never complain about any negatives of my new rural life, or I shall get poo heaped on my head from a great height from decidedly unsympathetic city people. It's all WONDERFUL. Honest guv :) ).

Dont listen to what I said on stage, I really AM GAY!!

I hated the red taffeta dress that was made for my year ten ball so much that I burnt a hole through it with the iron and claimed it was an accident. Why? Because when I wore it I looked like a Babybel cheese with braces

This act of sabotage almost backfired when my mum suggested sewing a sequin butterfly over the hole. I explained this would be social suicide

So we had to drive 4 hours to get to the nearest fabric shop and my mum spent a week sewing me a new dress which was black and swishy. I've never owned up

When I was 6, I hated my family life so much that I walked around my local streets door knocking...alone, asking if the family would like to buy me for 1cent. No one did.
I am still amazed that I was not abducted on this day.

I'm NOT sorry!

I confess. I sent an unsolicited email (to a fellow blogger) which I thought was incredibly witty and clever ..... until about a microsecond after clicking the send button ...... when I realised just how cringeworthy it really was.

I find Julia Gillard quite sexy!

A few days before my Mum died I had a very strong feeling that something bad was going to happen, in fact I was convinced that I was going to die horribly in a car accident. I was SO relieved when I didn't die, and quite shocked when my Mum did. Now I am terrified that every time I feel something bad is going to happen that I should do something to try and stop it, or warn people. And then I worry that they'll think I'm completely nuts.

P.S. I've tried really, really hard to wish bad things to happen to John Howard. I'm sorry it took so long, and sure, he only lost his job. I'll try harder next time there's a bastard in office.

We've kept our NYE promises.

However, I really need to say to you:

I love you and I'm still in love with you. You are the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing I think of at night, and a million thoughts in between.

You told me once that you didn't think I could walk away from you. I said I could, if thats what you wanted.

(It isn't what I wanted. Not then, not now. All I want is you. Just you.)

I get the same feelings

i have a really good, well paid job but feel a bit of a failure because my father had done much better at my age, and I'm running out of time

I like the "anonymous" who told me i missed the point and chose not to elaborate.

Bravo!

Its pretty self explanatory BeKazzled. You're supposed to confess. Not comment on other peoples confessions. Duh.

I am secretly convinced Ms Fits did this today to entertain me while I'm at home feeling pitiful.

I have a sinus infection, my snot is fluro green

I feel for the last anon.

Oh, RIGHT... I confess I'm nonplussed by your comment. *leaves confessional*

I am scared that my mum isn't happy with my father and doesn't really love him but doesn't know if she will survive alone.

Anon 11:12 - what were your NYE promises?

I love John Mayer.

A lot.I think his music is fantastic and I like to be nude to it.

I once crashed my car while looking at comets, and didn't realise that it was a rather thick thing to do until I told people about it later. Most people think I'm smart, but I'm actually rather dim. I am so sure I'm going to get caught one day.

Thankyou 11.39. I know this isn't the place or the time, but panadol isn't cutting it. Any tips for extreme sinus pain?

To anonymous with sinus pain - nurofen can help. Sniffing salt and water can also help, although it hurts. Sniff vix, drink lemon honey and ginger. Also you may have a sinus infection, in which case get thee to a dr for antibiotics 'cos otherwise your head will explode. (one of these statements may not be true).

I once had wild sex including anal with an Irishman I met at a disco in Bali. All he had to do was shout at me "have you ever slept with an Irishman?" over the music and I was his. That was the only thing he said, and I went with him back to his place.

I eat babies.

Sinusitis: The response above is correct. A short-term solution, if you're at work, is Mercyndol. Just be prepared for the pharmacist to grind you about why you're buying it, and it might make you sleepy if you're not used to codeine.

I really like 50c ramen noodles, no matter how cheap it makes me look.

I met a friend of some friends at a party a few years ago and we drunkenly hooked up. I asked her if she wanted to have sex, and she said no, but I fingered her anyway. We never talked about it; now we're really good friends and I've got a huge crush on her.

Julia Gillard's earlobes.

Others beat me to it, hope you feel better soon,

I have to confess that when I read the confession above "I have a crush on a blogger" I thought "wonder if it's me?" even though I know full well that it's not.

I'm still NOT bloody sorry!

On the last confessional, I complained about being stuck at work, rather that hanging out with a chick I had the hots for. We got together about a week after that, still together, and if we can get over a couple of hurdles, I think we'll be together for as long as I breath.

I'm lonely.

I fart alot. Prob around 20 - 30 times a day and they're always the violent ones (but not necessarily silent)

Some days a re worse than others

I'm a girl.........................

Yesterday I masturbated thinking about a woman in my mother's group. I might go and do it again now.

I am scared that I dont love my partner as much as he loves me. Or as much as I should.

I am fat. I used to be good looking, now I'm just fat. All the best intentions are worthless, I drink too much and eat too much. Each year I get a little fatter, and I know I'm letting myself and loved ones down.

I'm sick of crying myself to sleep because I'm so lonely, but I'm still too afraid to let down my barriers and try and find a man, because I don't think I can cope with having my heart trampled on and shattered again.

i read blogs and post on messageboards all day instead of working. I'm a reasonably well paid public servant

Dear Anon 11.49

Try massaging the roof of your mouth, then breathe in deeply through your nostrils, then put pressure on your forehead right at the top of your nose, then tap all of your fingers around the edge of your eye socket. Do it in front of the mirror and you will laugh yourself silly and feel better.

Seriously, I suffer sinusitis regularly and find these actions give me some relief. The odd squirt of Fess saline solution up the snozz will help keep things moving too.

I found incriminating evidence left in a photocopier that reflected poorly on a colleague that I have long suspected is an idiot/tool. I made sure it found the evidence found its way to the boss.

i used to stare at my sisters tits in the pool

I hate my sister's fiance. He is nasty, pervy, aggresive, lazy and not worthy of her. I don't want her to marry him and be stuck with him forever. She deserves so much better. I don't know if I should tell her.

I made a series of career choices over the last 10 years that were all in the name of pursuing a happy life. A steady sequence of events has now made everything start to come undone. I don't think it's my fault, I think I did my best most of the time. However I now feel like a complete fuck up. I don't know how to fix it all, or make it go away. I feel very negative about myself, and my partner feels negative about me too. If I didn't know how much it hurts the people that love you when you kill yourself, I could do it. But I know it so I can't. I think I have depression but am terrified to discover the truth. My future looks very bleak to me. I tell my partner how unhappy I feel and he says I should do something to help myself. This hurts me because I can't. Plus I can't tell my best friend. I mean I can't make the words to say it to her and get her to help me. This makes me think it is the truth.

I used to like A-ha.

I am in the office of a reasonably well known aid organisation and I am SO BORED and wishing I was a student at melbourne uni instead of the sorry excuse for a GAPper that I am now.

13:43: Me too.

Sunday Alice, Please see your GP. They ought to be able to help you find out if you are suffering from Depression and, if so, begin your recovery.

Oh Alice, you poor thing. You can help yourself. My partner has had incident-based depression, and we both see a psychologist who helped us through the rough patch. I know that admitting your problem and taking that first step is terrifying, but having someone supportive there who is only interested in helping you is really wonderful and cathartic. It will make things easier for those around you, but most importantly, it will help you learn to love and value yourself.

Every now and then, I feel her grip on my heart loosen slightly, with time and distance. But then I hear her speak, or see her face, if only for a moment, or read something she wrote to me so long ago. Then the chambers constrict and the blood slows, and a leaden sense of loss like thick mud washes down across me. Then I drink, and sleep, and start all over again.

I still like A-ha.

i confess i am bored reading about sinusitis.

I once ate a cake that I found (in its bag, sealed) on the floor of a train.

I often want to push people off the platform into the path of an oncoming express train. I guess I'm convinced that people are inextricably fucked.
Oh dear, now I sound all emo.
Maybe I'll cry a bit and cut myself.

I love my husband but I have no idea if I'm in love, or if I want to be.
I feel safe and comfortable with him.
I'm happy now but I worry that in the future I'll regret these decisions.

I really enjoy sex with strangers. I'd be happy to have sex with almost anyone provided I don't know them or better still, have not even spoken to them.
It has happened on a number of occasions and I'd be content with this as my only form of affection.

I fell in love with a colleague a few years ago. I would see her socially and think we could have been closer friends but I kept her at a distance. I didn’t want to risk blowing my cover and losing her altogether as i’m sure her feelings weren’t reciprocal. I was happy just to have her in my life. I’ve lost contact with her now that I’ve changed jobs. I know she is getting married soon but I’m not invited to the wedding. My heart aches when I think of her.

i want to be a stay at home mum but i earn more than my partner and he has no ambition - i don't know why i love him so... i sound like such a bitch

i say "i love you" too quickly... when I don't mean it. I like being in relationships where I know i'm loved/adored more than what I love the other person in return. I like being the centre of someone's life in relationships, because I am so unconfident with how I look to others.

I'm one of those people who feels the need to have everyone like me so am incredibly nice to all. Lately I find myself wanting to scream at them all. I think I'm going to implode.

I miss CatFish Jake...........oh and I'm not fucking sorry!

i'm the friend and the gal that people always go to with their problems. i care and i listen and i never judge. and i try to make them smile again.

then i got sick. pretty majorly sick.

and nobody was there for me.

i'm kinda finding it hard to smile anymore......

i ache inside and out.

I'm in love for the first time.

It's pretty great, huh?

i'm moving far away from my home town. one of the reasons is so i won't have to see my friends and family as much. i love them all so much but i want to free from all their expectations for me to take care of them, all of which i've created by the type of person i am. i want to be selfish and just take care of me. i leave in 2 weeks. i will only know one person in my new town. i can't wait to be alone.

I'm working in an office with a good friend, after I took a year off work suffering depression and anxiety.

She's depressed, and more anxious than I ever was... but she doesn't want to do anything about it because that would be 'failing'. I'm scared and sad for her, but I also have days when she's complaining how shit she feels and I just want to yell at her, 'Well, DO something! See your doctor. Talk to someone. I've offered to help! Stop it, you're dragging me back down!'

Also, every time I hear Ms Fits refer to her book-nerdishness on the radio, I have a little smile to myself and think, 'me too!'. Hooray for word nerds.

I'm in love with my married boss.

Anon 15:17 - you won't regret it.

Fits, I'm not a blogger. I heard about your website through J. Since the NOT SORRY article I haven't been able to stop checking your blog. Love what you're about!

Ever slowly fall in love with a best friend? When it literally feels like every time you see her face your "heart bursts into fire!" (Bullet For My Velentine; can't get enough of it at the moment.)

Yes this is my first ever blog. . . Let me know how I'm going from time to time will ya. Cheers

Not a confession, but Anon 13:46 - Fess nasal spray is the fucking bomb.

This is a confession. My mother died last year and I feel sick to my stomach at the thought my father might one day find someone new. I want him to be happy, but I don't think I could bear to see him with anyone but her.

"i read blogs and post on messageboards all day instead of working. I'm a reasonably well paid public servant"

x 2

i'm only here for the free postgraduate education. thanks taxpayer

i wish i was anywhere but where i am..

Nasal spray rebound is murderous.

My confession: I'm not with anyone, and that's good for now - I like spending time by myself. But it won't always be what I want, and at some point these things become self propagating. I like the idea that there's a girl out there who's just as maladjusted and we'll eventually meet and come out of our shells together - so when I read that 10:13 and 13:42 are lonely and miserable, I feel a little happy. Sorry guys.

I am in love with the Rory Erikson because of his voice.

Oh, wait, this was meant to me anonymous right? Whoops.

Im lonley, any girls lookin for a great guy???

I am in love with my best friend of 10 years, but I have "been" with his brother. This love will never come to fruition.

I can't wait for Easter, so I can eat the kids chocolates when they go to bed!

I think guys who plaintively wonder why girls don't go for "nice guys like them" are pretty much just fuckwits.

I get laid all the time by basically being a complete prick. Sure, you don't get the whole relationship package and cosy nights in on the couch, but don't kid yourself, that gets really boring after a while.

I have a new found crush on anon 10:13

I hate being a stepmother

You’re hot Anon 16:21.

How 'bout it?

I appear to be nice. I am afraid that one day people will find out what i really think about them.

Anononymous 16.04pm: Let's have dinner, if only to give each other's loneliness some company.

I think I have found the only man I will ever love. He is a lot older than me and I'm convinced I'm not good enough and I'm convinced he has already found the love of his life.

In 2 weeks time I will be a 40 year old virgin.

My love interest told my best friend he was in love with her and she is considering dating him because I told her I didn't care. I do care. I'm scared I will end up hating her because I didn't want her to know how incredibly hurt I am.

I told a woman ten years my senior that I'm in love with her, and she basically said if I were older, and there wasn't a potential for her to be fired for it, she'd jump my bones in a second.

My head is slowly exploding.

I hate my dependence on the hsc. If I dont get the mark I need there will be no point in life. I'm scared of failing. I have no back up plan.

dear 16:51 please don't worry too much about HSC. I know plenty of people who didn't do so well there and are plenty happy with their lives since. The world won't end.

@16:51 Do your best. If you reach your goal, great. If you don't, it will still be great.

You learn more from failure than from success. :-)

Don't think we're talking you into mediocrity. Just figure out what you think you want to do and give it your best!

I was made redundant sometime ago, and was talking to my new/current employer the day after.

Failure is never as bad as you fear, unless you let it.

Honestly.

Good Luck. :-)

I care way too much about being cool and seen with the right crowd. I hate it but I can't help it.

People think im good at keeping secrets. My friend just told me that she cuts herself... I told about 5 people and now i have put it on the internet

I secretly judge and/or laugh at these confessions.

My first sexual experience was when I was 22 years old and involved S&m.

Anon 16:51 - I didn't get the marks I needed to get into the course I wanted. I went to the Info day anyway, and talked to all the staff who'd listen to me. I left my phone number with a few of them... and the faculty Dean phoned me at home. I talked for an hour, and ended up with a first-round offer! I ended up getting 4 degrees from that Uni, including 2 Masters... with Distinction. Your UAI isn't the be-all and end-all. (I've never felt as low as the day I got my shitty TER... but in the greater scheme of things, it meant nothing!).

Talk to your Year Advisor or Careers Teacher... They'll help you feel a little less dependent.

to the person who loves having sex with strangers, me too. actually, i find it bloody hard to be in a relationship b/c of my desire to be with someone else. just to have that variety.

i am hoping that these ways of mine will suddenly cease. they are almost stopping now. but there are times when its so easy for me to just send an sms and then start the destructive behaviour all again

I, and a few hare-brained others, have promised hundreds of people a bra bomb at a party tomorrow night, and I still have no idea how this will be achieved. The more certain I become it will fail shambolically, the more emphatically I insist that it will definitely happen.

And people seem to believe me.

You're on, 16.27.

Are you hot?

Do you like rope?

It resulted in me being excommunicated

My husband cheated on me and gave me herpes in the process. I'll find out tomorrow if I've caught anything worse. It was with a series of women in what I think the Australian government officially calls a "busted-arse country", and I know there were no condoms because I found the videos on his digital camera.

This isn't a confession, more just the sharing of a secret -- I'm really scared and I can't tell anyone else. I'm really angry, too. He's the only man I've ever slept with (stupid me).

Sometimes in the morning, I masturbate in bed while my cat is curled up on my stomach. I don't get any pleasure from it! But she's so nice, and fast asleep, and I can't bring myself to push her off. I don't think she notices. But it feels a little dirty...

I hate my mother.

I'm pretty sure you despise me.

5:29, you aren't the stupid one in that equation. Hope it all works out, good luck.

i now have a crush on anon 16:21

There's already a site dedicated to confessions. It's at http://beta.grouphug.us/. But I think there's a greater sense of community here.

I feel inferior to pretty much everyone around me, despite the fact that I am going to have a bachelors degree before I turn twenty.

If my boyfriend of five years proposes, I'll probably say yes.

I'll probably mean no.

I suspect the love I feel for my pup is most I'll ever feel

I moved to the country for work, having told everyone it was for two years tops.
I think I might stay here. Forever.
Even without Thai food.

I knew he cheated on you, I said nothing for a year, and then had to act suprised....I'm sorry.

"Most people think I'm smart, but I'm actually rather dim. "

Ditto.

my friends are all in long term relationships but i'm not. when i tried to tell them about a guy i was seeing i got the distinct impression that not only did they not believe me, but they felt sorry for me.

now i don't tell them anything, and actually i feel sorry for them. they're too insecure to see that there is a life waiting for them outside their shitty relationships with bogans who treat them like crap.

I have the best boyfriend in the world. I want to be dominated sexually and he's just not into it and never will be. I love him so much.

I fantasise about being pinned against walls and being fucked hard & rough. I develop raging crushes on other men. I never do anything about it.

i'm a small fish in a turbid pond.

I'm scared my confession will be connected to me somehow and my love will be hurt.

I think I'm almost in love with a girl... who lives in belgium. fucking BELGIUM, man. she comes home in a few months. what on god's green earth am i going to do??????

we are really good friends, but i'm pretty sure the feeling is not reciprocated.

also, i had my heart broken last time in a way that should still take a person literally years to get over.

Fucked.

To continue the theme....

I am hopelessly in love with a lovely boy called Rupert, yet I have a boyfriend

I am torn

I'm having nightly bouts of amazing phone sex with a man I have never met who is 10 years younger than me.

I think we have very little in common aside from liking to masturbate on the phone with each other.

I think I will catch a plane to meet him just for one night anyway.

Larissa Dubecki

I drink more than I should -- but I love it. I tell myself I'll stop when I'm thirty... but that's pretty soon now, and I don't think I want to. What if forty tipsy years are better value than eighty sober ones?
hic!
Pardon me.

I judge my fellow Australians by the broadness of their accents.

I check myself out in shop windows as I walk along the street. I think I look HOT. I like to consider myself a thoughtful and well-rounded person. Really, I am getting shallower by the day. My sixteen-year-old self would despise me.

I don't think Newstopia is working.

I love my job, and I love my career, and I love my independence, but somewhere inside of me, I wish for marriage, babies and the whole picket fence thing.

On the outside, I would never share a bank account with someone - on the inside, I wish I could...

Just reading this I realised there is something I need to get off my chest. I recently got a surprise promotion at work, which I was very grateful for (coming as it did after a few very difficult years). After I'd accepted the job, my boss announced that I have to travel throughout the state to deliver training. I'm really pissed off about this because I'm not getting any say in the arrangements at all but mostly I just don't want to travel for work. I like going home at the end of the day. Does this make me lazy and unadventurous or does the thought of travelling for work make a lot of people feel sick?

I am a fatist, I detest them... I feel bad for judging fat people like this, but it doesn't stop me from doing it.

I once found a Book Crossing book and was so excited to have found it I kept it without ever passing it on - even though I hated it.

One day I'll pass it on... I swear...

I read my boyfriends emails, and his texts. They are so boring!

I do a mean Irish accent, though I am originally from Broadmeadows. I use it to pick up hot girls in clubs. One time, I had amazing anal with this chick I met in Bali. Sorry, Anon 13: 12.09...

I shagged my best friends ex-boyfriend about 2 months after they broke up their relationship of 6 years...

The icing on the cake was the text I got the next morning to make sure I was headed for the pharmacy for the morning after pill, who said romance is dead?

I am almost at the end of a three year PhD scholarship. I have done about 20% of the work I was meant to and don't think I can finish the thesis. I have lied repeatedly to my supervisor about my progress and the chickens are coming home to roost. The government has given me over $70,000 and I've pissed it up against the wall. I am not a working family - I am a bludging loner. It doesn't get any more un-Australian than that in Rudd-land.

I slept with a colleague, then decided I wanted a relationship with him. He rejected me and now he won't even talk to me. I feel like a complete moron.

I am sitting here pressing refresh instead of doing my uni assignment that's due tomorrow.

I feel better after reading 21.35.

I want to fuck pretty much any male authority figure in my life who shows me approval. I try not to, but sometimes I slip... usually with people who all end up knowing each other (so who knows who knows, if you know what I mean). Now I've got pretty much my dream job which is an incredible achievement but all I can think about is how much I want to fuck my new boss. Fucked up, huh?

I secretly envy all my friends who are married with kids because I thought I'd be there too by now - I'm 30 this week, single and...

Yawn, self pity gone. There's loads of people on here worse off than me.

I wanna fuck sissy femme guys while wearing a strap-on.

I've also written Kevin Rudd/Joe Hockey smut.

I have a picture on my phone of my ex girlfriend’s kunt. The picture is of her exposing her clitoris. It’s a good shot, even though it’s 4 years old. She took the shot and sent it to me

I have no confidence in people that overeat

Man we love to tell

I also encouraged my mates wife to keep asking questions about their relationship,after my mate told me he cheated.They are now getting divorced

I'm attached, he's attached. We're only acquaintances. I want to have an affair with him. I see him again in two weeks. I'll be dressing for him. Sometimes I wish I was brave or reckless or selfish enough to whisper in his ear "I want to screw you until you scream".

I'm 10:09. BeKazzled, it gets worse- I'm female, I belong to a feminist group and I'm constantly talking about how I despise men who objectify women.

I also have a friend who is in love with me. I'm too emotionally stunted to reciprocate so sometimes I sit at home getting drunk and watching movies starring actors who look like her, when all I have to do is pick up the phone. Fucked up, huh?

I read free online erotic fiction

I want to live in a field of flowers somewhere in Latvia where serious decisions will never darken my doorway.

Even though I've had satisfying relationships I still had wet dreams regularly about my first boyfriend for years and years. I haven't seen him since we split up when I was 20. I saw a recent photo of him six months ago and the wet dreams have stopped. He didn't look ugly or anything like that, I don't know why they've stopped.

Are they called wet dreams when you are a woman?

I want my dreams back!

Ooooh, where 22:18?

C'mon, you know you were all thinking it!

I am in love with my best friend, we are both guys, he doesn't know how i feel nor that i am gay...

@ anon 22:31

http://www.literotica.com/stories/

Enjoy

It occurs to me that all these anonymous comments on this post might be the same person.

And then it occurs to me all the comments on ALL the posts might be the same person!

OH MY GOD HOW DO WE KNOW WHAT REALITY IS?

I had a intense mind affair for 2 years with a guy who wouldn't sleep with me because he was my exes best friend. He moved to Singapore and fell out with my ex over another girl.

I still think about him and miss him every day.

I read free online erotic fiction too, is there something wrong with that?

I fear I may be normal

I lost my virginity to a prostitute in Brisbane ten years ago. It was so awkward I couldn't even come.

I now see prostitutes regularly and I always make sure I come.

i haven't visited a prostitute

I ended a marriage so I could feel something again.

I'm afraid that my family will never accept me for who I am, I miss them.


I've paid to read erotica ebooks.

I sometimes name drop your colleague Lindsay even though a) I hate name-droppers b) I realise he's just a dude on the radio and c) (the clincher really) I have only met the guy a couple of times at parties, and said parties were quite a while ago now.

Worse, I say he's a 'really nice guy' but that's only because he shared his cola a few times. He could be a total moron for all I know.

I feel like I'm never really going to fit in anywhere and I'm going to wind up sad and alone. I also feel bad telling anyone this because I feel like I should just STFU and get on with life.

@ Anon 22:32 I know exactly how that goes...

Hi anonymous 10:13. I'v never been kissed and never had a boyfriend, I'm atractive (sort of) and smart. In a couple of weeks I'll be 22. I'm also really shy around guys, or I just get angry with them for being men in the first place. and as for as taking off the "get lost" face. I know I could get a guy if I wanted to-but I dont want a guy, I want themostwonderfulmanintheuniverse, but of course why would themostwonderfulmanintheuniverse want anything to do with me. so for now the get lost face stays.

I have a big crush on a guy I met three weeks ago. I check his facebook obsessively. I like to keep track of who he's friends with, what they write to him (all lovely stuff) and what he writes back (all humble and sweet stuff). Each time I check just adds to the torment; he knows I'm on facebook, but hasn't requested me.
He's not interested because he's beautiful and perfect, and I'll always be a bit intimidating and just a little bit overweight.

I also use facebook, and am addicted to 'I can has cheeseburger'.

I'm in love with 22:57

when i was about 14 i put a puppy to my bare tit and it sucked it. it felt nice. i didn't think it was a bad thing to do.

I am a misanthrope. I am exceptionally intelligent and talented but don't suffer fools or play anyone's games but my own. I can be quite charming when I want to be but that is rarely. Far more often I am acerbic and cruel but almost always right on the money. I am convinced that I am superior to just about everyone I come across and resent having to be bothered with the vacuous, idiotic masses. The select handful of friends I have know how I feel but love me nevertheless. I adore them too but can't understand why they even tolerate me let alone seek me out. This makes me anxious. I earn a lot of money and am a good husband and father when I am not working. Sometimes I just want to leave everything I have and walk solo through the wilds of Tasmania or The Himalaya in a haze of pot and acid. This was something I did quite a bit of in my twenties and I loved it.

I'm miserable. I'm sick of life and I haven't even started Uni yet. I have all these plans but if I don't get a fantastic ENTER score, God only knows what I'm going to do. I'm in the exact same boat as Anon 16:51. Aside from this, I intensely, passionately hate myself. I'm sick of being hideously ugly/weird/irritating.

I can't share my problems with anyone because I'm busy dealing with everyone else's problems: suicide attempts, possible pregnancies, repeated rapes, manic depression, untreated schizophrenia, and self harm. Everyone trusts me and everyone comes to me with their problems, but I wish they'd just leave me alone. I want to stop pretending that I'm happy and satisfied, but I can't. Too many people "need me to be there for them."

Not to mention the fact that the girl I love is in love with someone else, and will never love me - not that I can blame her.

I wish I knew what to do. The only way from here is up, but I just don't have the strength to fight gravity and do something positive.

Ms Fits I love that you provide this space for us to do this. I confess that I think you're bloody awesome but would only ever pay a compliment like that anon. Rock on sister.

anonymous @23.10, get yourself some professional help. don't be like me and leave it a long long time until you realise you have to put yourself first sometimes. life can be fantastic. believe me, it feels better to be happy than to be sad. get yourself to your gp or school counsellor or someone else you trust to get you some good help. it is wonderful to have someone completely seperate from everyone else who you can confide in, and who can assist you to see your beautiful, caring spirit. take care and all the best to you *hug*

I am anon 10:13 (the 22 yr old never been kissed)
I desperately want to be able to talk to guys, I don't have a 'get lost face' (@ 22:57) And I try to talk myself into it but can never follow through. I think I could be okay if a guy approached me first and made all the first moves but that never happens. My friends all tell me its because I am 'unattainable' and that guys are too nervous to talk to me. It is ridiculous

After many years I am still, and increasingly so, madly in love with my wife and would shrivel up and die if anything happened to her. However, the only way I can get to sleep is to close my eyes and imagine how wonderful my life as a widower would be.

My husband died 4 years ago, and I loved him with every fibre of my being. I was at his bedside when he passed away and I promised him I'd never forget the time we had together, and I'd love him till the day I met him at the pearly gates. But some mornings I wake up now, and he's not the first thing on my mind. He's not my first thought, and I'm scared that I'm starting to forget him. I want him to be there when I get there to be with him, I don't want him to think I don't love him anymore. I hate myself for starting to forget about him...

I have a ingrown hair on my bikini line. It is pussing. I am really grossed out about it

I was just sitting here popping ingrown hairs from my bikini line and lamenting the fact that there are none left. Can I come and do yours 23.33?

I love watching french movies, even though I know it means i'm going to hell :(

I think hell would be more fun than heaven.

i've never had sex with anyone that I've been really attracted to, only women that I've found unthreatening, including some very long relationships.

I'm too much of a wimp to tell my ex to fuck off and leave me alone. I don't understand why she want's to be friends with me still after ripping out my heart and taking a giant dump on it.

I don't understand why she thinks I should go to her wedding or why she insists on sending me baby photos of her spawn.

I hate the fact that she has someone and I'm still alone.

I really like the pet shop boys. Its the only music I listen to and i'm scared what will happen if the other blokes in the bikie club find out.

I'm also scared someone will recognize me for my confession, despite the fact I've never told anyone. My boyfriend of two years hardly ever came during sex. It wasn't until the week before he left for a job overseas that I found his porn dvds and confronted him about it that he said that he masterbated so often from the age of 12, that sex just doesn't do it for him.

He also said some horrible things to me that I've told people, so I'm not going to put it here.

I'm scared that anyone I ever get that close to in the future will hurt me the way he did.

i am the music man, i come from down your way and i can't play for shit

I just nominated ms fits's Wikipedia image for deletion.

I don't want to confess. I don't know why not... I have confessions to make but, perhaps I do not want to confront them in my own mind? Part of me wants to, but I just can't.

I have been on facebook for 8 months and nobody has ever added me. I thought I was popular.

In kindy I had a fiance but I played doctors and nurses with other girls. My Barbies had elaborate weddings with my Kens but the Barbies were all making kinky love to one another. Fast forward twenty years and I rarely climax without thinking about women. I do not consider myself a lesbian.

23:50 #A
Just do it - tell your ex to fuck off and leave you alone. She obviously has a "full life" and possibly has some perverse need to rub your nose in it OR is a complete sadist OR is just completely fucked up - whatever, you don't be needin' that! I fucked mine off, after ten years of lovely "news" about his new life and family, on Xmas eve and have never felt better. It still sucks that I'm alone and he's not, when I dumped him for being a cheating, lying, using bastard, but, after being terrified of saying it for years, it was the best thing ever to say "FUCK OFF AND STOP CALLING ME YOU NARCISSISTIC, SELFISH, UNCONSCIONABLE BOGAN CUNT!"

00:02
But you are, though. Or possibly someone close to you at the age of four was, and you witnessed it, and your barbie play has never been the same. Whatevs - joy is joy.

"I do not consider myself a lesbian."

Why not?

I've recently become an Uncle.

I really couldn't care less.

I wish I was as interested in my mother chucking assignment as I am in this thread.

I think you are my new hero

I will only marry for money. I have gone out with many beautiful guys but none of them have had big enough incomes to stay with. I think there are lots of girls like me.

i hate myself, fear those that are different to me and think that chicks with dicks are over-rated

Still not sorry.

i really want ;acceptance from Ms] Fits but I. don't. know. how. to. punctuate. propery, - I nevr lernd/

i've been to Surfers Paradise but I've never been too me.

I've been with him for years.

I don't think I ever loved him.

I don't think I've ever loved anyone.

Even though I behave normally, I don't *feel* anything. I worry that I am some sort of sociopath.

I am a dancing fool.

My mother walked in on my cousin raping me when I was twelve, and she didn't do anything except walk away. I don't hate her, but I think she is a repulsive "mother", and if she died or disappeared from my life tomorrow, I honestly believe that I would not care. At all.

I am afraid I wasted my youth by working and not having fun.

I'm thirty three and all I want to do is get high and hang out like I should have when I was sixteen.

The guys I slept with were always so disappointing... I can only have orgasms during my erotic dreams.

I haven't had my hair cut in over three years because I've developed a fear of hairdressers and having sharp pointy things near my head. I freak out when I'm near a hair salon and will deliberately cross the road to avoid walking past it. No-one close to me knows.

i have 2 children - 3 yo and 6 months old, and a 6 yo from an affair that my wife doesn't know about


no I don't

I don't love my husband anymore. I feel trapped and I wish we never got married.

The worst part is that he's a good person and deserves better but I don't have the heart to tell him. I am a coward and I am unhappy.

I think I am in love with two people. They are both beautiful and I don't know which way to turn. Everything feels wrong.

She was my first. She got together with my (ex) best friend, and they stayed together for over a year.

I once told her I'd love her forever.

I still do. If only she'd call.

I've only ever been happy once, the night I spent with her.

I keep hitting refresh on this page, because I have no life.

There’s this straight-forward, rational boy that wants to settle down with me. He will be a lovely, loyal partner and father.

But I’m horribly scared that I will lose my creativity, spontaneity and exuberance if I stay with him.

I don’t know how to be with him and keep it alive.

To Anon 23:31. You're not forgetting your husband, you'll never forget him. His memory is so much a part of you that you no longer have to consciously think about him upon waking, he's just there, within you. Don't beat yourself up. Four years living with a memory is long enough. Your husband loved you, and would want you to be happy. He'd want to you love and be loved again, and you can do this without breaking your promises to him. He's gone, and you are not. Hard to accept, I know. It might be time to dance with the living instead of lying down with the dead.

I used to love my dog so much that id eat his food on the floor with him.He died.I didn't.My dad lied.It didnt taste so bad.

still pressing refresh...

I did it

I thought I'd had some bad relationships before I read some of these posts.

I keep asking out and getting rejected by friends because I think the suggestion that I should ask out people I barely know/have never met before is rediculous.

People close to me tell me I'm attractive when I tell them I think this rejection is because of my appearance. But I can't believe that because girls keep rejecting me. I don't know what the truth is.

Also I am underweight and am pretty sure I have anhorexia.

Im 69 years old and I masturbate at least five times a day..

I look at porn with animals in it, and i love live donkey shows.

Me and George went to tijuana in 1972 and had a ball.I once had an orgy with 3 (distant) family members, and its still up there with the best sex ive had.

I wish i was a dog.

My arse smells like.....arse.

Hard fucking, cum drinking ,ball bagging, cock bending ,gooch licking ladies are my favorite.

has anyone noticed that my middle name is a very common african american name?

JWH

i am in a happy fulfilling relationship but i really enjoy receiving mms's of random girls vaginas. it really turns me on. after i get them i wank straight away and feel guilty for a week. then i want to do it again. i'd never cheat, i just enjoy the idea that chicks send me photos of their vag's.

Am i weird?

10:09 - You need to figure out what you want, at heart, I think. You haven't mentioned whether you're straight, gay, bi... whichever one, I think you're lacking confidence.

If you are straight, unfortunately some idiots in society may take your feminist group affiliation as a threat. All smart people despise men who objectify women (or pity them), and everyone should be feminist. However, if you say you're talking constantly about how you despise these kinds of men - some men may take this as a sign you hate ALL men, and stay away. Could you be sending out this message?

If you're gay, or think you might be - and not to play into stereotypes too much here - then the feminist sentiment should be rightly appreciated. Do you THINK you're attracted to your best friend? It's sometimes easy to find someone attractive because THEY find us SO attractive - and then later, once you've hooked up with them, you realize you were only attracted to their adoration of you.

@ 14:10

You should be a writer. Maybe you are

While my de facto boyfriend's father is dying in hospital, I am on line flirting with strange men.

i had a dream last night about one of the dark lothario bloggers in my circle. we were lying face to face on the embankment of a railway line. and we were kissing. and it was lovely.

i am in a committed relationship and he has never kissed me in a way that makes me wet.

i miss that type of kissing.

I am extremely jealous of your job, Ms Fits, and wish that it was me trying to stay as young as possible on the yoof network.

I wasted my years between 17 and 24 in two long term relationships, with almost no gap between them.

I've been single for over a year now, and whilst I'm terribly lonely, and haven't had sex at all in that time, I still can't bringmyself to waste another moment with a woman.

I try going on dates, but I usually call things off after one or two.

I'd really like to meet someone who just wants to have sex, then leaves. Frankly, I'd rather not talk to them at all, apart from the necessities. But I have no idea how to arrange this.

BeKazzled- no, sexuality isn't an issue. I'm an out lesbian, that part's fine. What is so abhorrent about what I'm doing is the hypocrisy of it. I despise men for doing...exactly what *I* am. Objectifying someone. Dating her because she's pretty. Ick.

Could be low self-esteem, I guess.

The avoidance of my friend is sheer commitment phobia, really.

This thread is heartening and depressing in equal measure. Sigh.

My sexual fantasy involves listening to the music of Warren Ellis from Dirty Three fame, and reading Penguin Classic novels.

I haven't had my hair cut since the abortion. I wonder if I will ever be able to again. It's almost as if I don't want to cut away a part of me that was there when my baby was growing inside of me. I didn't want the abortion but the father of the baby told me he would kill himself if I didn't.

I'm glad I didn't have his child because it would mean he would be in my life forever. It doesn't stop me from wanting that child anyway.

One good thing that has come of it is that I am learning to stand up for myself. He hates that I am.

Sometimes I think the only reason I'm still alive is because I wanna know how my favorite book series ends.

I know I should be happy that I stuck it out, didn't do anything rash and am now finally going to get treated for my depression, but all I am is scared of taking happy pills that will screw with my brain. Leave my brain alone. It's screwed up enough already.

Anonymous 9:45,

putting to one side the idea that being in a relationship is somehow a 'waste', there is a simple way to deal with your needs. Visit prostitutes. Sex without preliminaries is what they do.

Anon 10:09: With sexuality out of the way, don’t feel bad for seeing your friend as attractive because she’s “pretty”! Why do you think she’s pretty? Because you like her. If someone’s “physically attractive” to one person, they’re not necessarily to the other… for instance, my sister dates dicks who society would say are good-looking, but to me they are repulsive and bland.

You need to objectify the object you’re attracted to A BIT – and if sexual attraction is returned, the objectification is enjoyed by the object. I’ve loved being objectified in sexual moments, IF I know the person respects me in general.

And you clearly respect your friend, so don’t feel bad about “objectifying” her and appreciating her beauty. There’s a world of difference between doing this, and assuming that all women are pretty hos that exist only for men’s amusement.

If it’s commitment phobia, this will lift once you feel it’s right or once you meet the right girl.

Emilie - I was in the same boat. Didn't want to take pills because it would "affect my brain" (I used to be very against drugs in general). I suffered through depression for over a decade and it was horrible.

I finally caved and tried the pills. I was sick for a week and was encouraged to not quit, and then two weeks later I was doing a lot better. Then, I got the strength to do things I didn't think I could. I didn't notice any personality changes, neither has anyone else. I just feel LESS anxious at the prospect of new things, and more equipped to deal with life.

I'm in love with a man who just isn't in love with me. And I know he isn't, and when I'm not with him I'm not in love with him either. But I still drive to his house in the middle of the night and hope he might put the bins out or something.

I spend most of my day trying to come up with ways to seem less needy so that he'll love me. What a paradox!

The truth is, he has a huge cock, and I'm not ready to let go of the best sex I've ever had.

And worse, I left my husband for him. If it doesn't work out, I have to grieve for two relationships at once.

i am late for everything. except for my period. i am late for the first time now. its been 5 days. i don't know how i feel. i think pregnant women are goddesses. but i don't know if my hedonistic lifestyle is ready to stop for 18 years. although it would be a great way to detox. possibly the only way i would. perhaps its motherfucking gough time.

to anon at 11:00

it's not working out, just deal with it.

not being mean, just saying what's obvious.

14:10 .. replace her with him and that is me.

and I have a new him, and he is great, but not the kind of man who encourages and lets you wallow round in passion and wonder at the new love that you are creating together.

this makes me realise even more that i will never get that damn man outa my head or heart or stop feeling his touch, smiling blankly at nothing when I remember his smile etcetcetc. cue nausea

@ 11:23

I know this, it's the practicality of it that eludes me at the moment. 7 years of marriage to a wonderful (and incompatible) man clearly taught me nothing of reacting in an adult manner to relationship woes. I might as well be a 15-year-old with a 'journal writing' compulsion.

(I'm learning, but it's rather more gradual than I'd hoped)

I wish I could put up with dumb, annoying fucks like BeKazzled who think that they are some sort of font of knowledge and good advice when they clearly are not and in fact are stupid and tedious. But I can't.

@ 11:52 - I can't either :\ I just hope I don't sound like that. Ever.

I get the suspicion all my friends think I'm an utter twat.

There was a kiss, once, but we never spoke of it. The lingering embraces were more profligate; I am consciously grateful but my cynicism swells, threatens to colour everything with the torture of you, my friend. You gathered me in so tightly, so close, so often, only to renounce the mystery time and again. I live inside those clinches you know, those moments we were alone are endless, but now you are gone from me in every meaningful way. I no longer want to confess. I want to tell you that I wish you never existed.

Goodbye.

I love you.

Is 12:05 what those pulp romance novellas that middle aged women read read like?

I'm bored with peanut butter, vegemite, jam and honey. Anchovette doesn't do it for me either. I love toast, but I am at a loss with what to have on it??? I've tried everything. I'm thinking of moving to cereal :(

@ Soporific - in Adelaide, there is an amazing jar of heaven known as 'Corn and Bacon Spread'. It is possibly the best thing known to (local) man.

If that's too far to go, Smoked Salmon Philly and toast were made for each other.

marinated goats cheese and swiss browns fried in butter and lots of garlic YUM.

@Soporific: Nutella, you fool! Or, if you're of the sickeningly sweet persuasion, fluff. It's an American thing. A spreadable marshmellow (except it's a million times better than marshmellows) and I love it. You can get it from Coles. It's also great on crackers with peanut butter.

Actually, if we're confessing, once I ate a jar of it over the course of a few days. With a spoon.

*ears prick*

Corn and Bacon spread?
That, I must say, tickles my fancy.

I think I will keep the toaster a little while longer....

Cheers

I fucked up and it nearly cost me my marrige, i would have once read all of the comments here and wondered about finding someone like those who want an older man or someone to talk to on the phone. Now i don't feel i need anything more than that which i have so i am content. I am still scared i will fuck up again but that makes it easier to be good.

Is it still Thursday???
Damn i must be wasted!!!!

My mum died when I was a teenager. I miss her so much, but can't imagine my life with her in it. Sometimes I think I've actually turned out better than if she had lived. I hate thinking that, but part of me knows it's true.

Unfortunately, I overdosed on nutella as a child. Can't go back there - something about the smell and the memory of nutella vomit.

(Apologies to those who are about to tuck into their lunches)

Getting OFF CHOPZ this weekend :P

Is Nutella vomit better or worse than, say, Rogan Josh vomit?

Whilst in Adelaide, be sure to pick up a Balfour's strudel bun (or custard tart), a packet of Fruchocs and a Nippy's Iced Honeycomb. It is truly the mecca of food lovers, that town.

I cheated on my ex. I loved him but we made each other miserable. He evened the score. We split up and have both been seeing other people and I've had some amazing sex.

It's been over for ages with my ex, but when I masturbate, I can only ever climax by thinking of him

The irony is, the sex with us was really never that good

That bloody 16:27 is a tease.

Okay, anon 15:17. You obviously like rope.

I have a great cast iron bed that always has some tied on.

I don't let people get close to me due to my fear of loss. I worry I am going to be alone for the rest of my life when all I want is someone to enjoy my days with. It seems to be too much to ask that someone actually care, it's cool to be aloof these days.

I just want a bit of romance in my life dammit!

I seem to say all the wrong things to girls no matter how I try. Whats wrong with me????

Nutella vomit is probably the equivalent of Rogan Josh vomit for an adult. However, as a child, I think it was as disturbing as bad oyster vomit or 'berocca before bed' vomit is for adults.

Anon 12:47 I bet i could romance ya!!

I am also harboring feelings of extreme hatred every time 'BeKazzled' writes.

U4iK - is that whilst you are off chopz? Somehow I don't think so.

No im not that much of an asshole!

Berocca Before Bed vomit! The horror!

Confession - instead of working, I act out scenes in my head from a much more interesting life that I don't have. But I work for the government, and I think everyone around me is doing the same thing.

We sure are...

Sometimes I'm so self-conscious just walking down the street that I break out into a sweat, and feel inferior and insecure about my looks, my walk, and feel like that weakness is written all over my face. Other times I strut along without a care in the world, knowing I look damn fine and feeling good that I'm alive. Today is a mixture of the two. On the plus side, I haven't done any work and it's almost lunch time.

Haha would that be the NSW State Labor Government? Polly... are you really Morris Iemma?

glad to hear it U4iK

Oh, my cover is blown! ;( I'll never be taken seriously as a politician again!

..............

In reality, I'm a bit closer to the Spirit of Tasmania.

Util I was 28 years old, I never walked into a clothes shop alone due to fear I would accidently start looking through the womens clothing instead of the mens.

I love a man who is dominant in bed. I hate having to say 'hold my hands down' or 'make it hurt'. I love it when they instinctively know, and don't hold back in being rough or pulling my hair. Funny thing is, in my experience (which is not insubstantial) it's always the arseholes who fuck me the best. The nice guys say they don't want to hurt me and try to be a little softer. It pisses me off. If I ask for it harder, I want them to do it.

Soft and intense is awesome too, but if I want to really feel it and the guy is hesitant, part of me just sees him as a wimp. I know that's not fair but I can't help it. I think that's because deep down I believe that all men want to hurt women and I'm distrustful when they say they don't.

Or maybe I just like a good, hard fuck

Anyway my real confession is this....

I have occassionally caught bits and pieces of the 'First Tuesday Book Club' show. And I saw this rather attractive flower amongst the dead wood. I wondered, briefly, who she was and why she was there. Then I went back to the daily grind of worrying about what to put on my toast.

The other day I saw some article about some award winning blog. Checked it out and, much to my surprise, it was the same flower I saw on the TV!

Cutting to the chase, my confession is... I am here because of the (albeit slight) possibility of love and romance! -sighs-

Love and romance with said flower? Or potential for love and romance with other (blonder, less famous) floral arrangements?

(I have always hoped that one day I'd meet the true love of my life via a written medium. Not necessarily a blog - I had always rather hoped it might be through a series of Letters to the Editor. Or maybe notes left on a train.)

Anon 13:08 Im in Love............

Polly... Give me your email and ill start writing

You give me yours, and I'll start. That way I can effectively guide it through my pre-conceived fantasy.

The flower sits on a hill in the distance... with a fence around it. Maybe it is a flower growing in a cemetary? Hahah maybe that isn't fair.

Maybe the blonder, less famous, floral arrangment is what im looking for...?

Old men who sue their own Owners Corporation are the type who write letters to the editor these days. And notes on a train could lead to disaster (in so many ways!). Blogs are the way forward. If it wasn't for blogs... we would be working!

Well, one can't argue with any of that. What a disaster it would be to stop blogging/reading blogs and accidentally work instead!

*heartbroken*

....but it seems you are betrothed to another.

That another thing with blogs. You have to be quick! I was too slow.

*Goes back to watching the flower*

Ah, and there you have it! Letters to the Editor would never crush a person's spirit in such a fleeting manner.

(It's just a fling!)

Promise?

Guide me then....

soporificsydney@gmail.com

Giggity!!

Sporific is tryin to take ma Polly!!

Do you think I'll get laid? That would be AWESOME!

Polly you would get what ever you wanted....

Heartbreaker

-mopes-

alls fair in love and war Sopo...

Oh, oh, oh, anon 11:52 and 11:55. You’re right – it’s hard to have to endure the message board advice of a person who in both instances received replies from both posters.

I can appreciate your need to never sound like me. Of course, there’ll be conflicts of interest, since we both speak English (some better than others - see below), and the same words are bound to occasionally crop up in our conversations. However, you can probably avoid falling into my thinking by remarking every so often, “I don’t give a f**k what anyone thinks, because I’m hard-core”, or “man, I’m real. I’m really real. I’d never give advice or use cliches. Where did I leave my My Chemical Romance album?”

It’s pretty good to know you’re better than others, hey? How’s that superiority treating you? Getting good sleep at night? Getting along well with family? No mental issues to speak of? Your partners (if you have them – I doubt it) have no issues with you?

I bet neither of you are walking cliches. Nice emoticon, 11:54.

And, err, 11:52… didn’t realize I was a “font” of knowledge. I’m choosing Times New Roman, font size=12. Oh, man, wait, that’s so stereotypical. Can I change my mind to Verdana?

Hey now, there's plenty of potential "will she won't she" cyber love to go around.

There's sweet irony, of course, in BeKazzled's hideously indulgent and over-thought reply. Makes me want to pee in my shoes.

polly you sound like the girl of my dreams. i think we need to .....................

i shagged the chef, and i want to do it again. but cant quite work out how, seeing as i wont be drunk at work. hes older, not hot and i took him back to my mums.

bekazzled, just shut up.

I initially skipped BeKazzled's posts, because people like him/her usually bore and annoy me. The last post was too unintentionally amusing and terrifying, and now I've got to go back and read all of the others.

It beats work.

I'm a tassie govt pleb too polly. You'd better not be Brian Green.

I swear if I ever see that man I'm gonna punch him, punch him right in that big smug face of his.

Paul Lennon too, now I think of it, or as I like to think of him Gunns' number 1 muppet.

I wish to add to my previous confession too...If the field of flowers is unavailable I'd be quite happy to run a small cheese shop in Prague.

ps - haloumi cheese is possibly the greatest invention known to man :D

13:39, I am a nymphomaniac who loves nothing more than for her man to be happy. Does that suit your requirements?

Polly I LOVE YOU!!!!

It sure does Polly....

I worry for all those people who put sucky messages on here about how much they love Ms Fits. We get it, we all like her, that's why we are here.

Polly on second thought that sounds too good to be true....

I get that a lot :\

But im still keen to give it a go ;)

16:21 - as long as it's silk rope...

It's Friday, and I really miss "Kid Nation".

^ Hear hear!

I aspire to be more or less exactly like Sophia.

I think the thing about sex and men being afraid to hurt woman is fascinating. I admit this is a fear I've had in the past.

I've given up trying to be the person other people want me to be. People are hypocrits. Problem is I don't think that I'd change that much even if I had the ability to do so. I've grown attached to my flaws.

The one thing I'd change about myself is if I could would be to be more confident.

I'm real nice to my g/f in the day and love her like crazy all of the time. I'll do anything for her and she for me...then in the bedroom we fuck the living shit outta each other. Real slow and deep with plenty of hair pulling and biting.
We are awesome together to the point that we fuck till we are dizzy.
Our sex is so passionate that i sometimes think no one else cou