I rather like this meme. If you really liked me, you'd do it.



i want you to post anything you want.
a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, anything.
make sure you post anonymously.

i want hundreds. hundreds of thousands of secret anonymous things to read forever.

Well, clearly all books should be banned. I mean, we don't want those little demons to learn anything, do we? Next thing we know, they'll be taking our jobs and using up our welfare money and- wait, what was the question?

Why is it that every time things start to look up, it suddenly goes right back to shit?

Zombies. I fucking hate zombies. But I can't overcome my fear because there's no such thing as zombies. T_T

Erik steals my bras and hides them under the dining room table. I know she does this because I've seen her at it. She also sometimes drops them in the hallway.

Why does she do this?

Two dreams that I had weeks ago, but forgot to share.

First, I dreamed I was a Buddhist monk living in San Francisco, and Rev. Al Sharpton hired me to kill two of his family members (I think they were both neices, one older and one young). I didn't actually see myself killing them and I didn't see the bodies, but I know I burned the bodies with incense. Then I went to Al Sharpton to tell him I did it, and he told me that I should make a meat sculpture in the likeness of my neighbor, and he gave me a crate of meat in tubes. I woke up wondering why I had boobs and convinced that I was made of play-dough.


In the second one, I was at camp, and Adam told me he got some girl pregnant and he wanted to be with her, but he still wanted me to help raise the baby. I got mad, said no, and stomped off, but I fell into a hole and landed in a pool. I was supposed to be teaching swim lessons, but my class kept getting bigger and I was being blamed for not being able to provide enough one-on-one time for 20 kids in half an hour, so I left. Then I was Harry Potter and I was trying to ride a bike uphill with a group of people, but I got too close to the edge of a drop-off and slid down it. I tried to push the bike back up, but my body was too heavy. I managed to wear the bike like a backpack and I climbed up to the road, and I got in a car, which took me to a city. Then I was agent Scully, and I was trying to find a child's murderer, but the kid's classmates were distracting me. One of them was a little snot, saying things like, "Who cares, no one liked him," so I slapped him. He told me he'd tell on me, and I tried to say "No one saw it," and give him a piece of my mind, but my mouth wouldn't open.

I have to remember to write my dreams down more often.

Ban on flavored cigarettes starts tomorrow.

Discuss.

I don't like people right now. >=|

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Mom thinks there's gonna be an earthquake soon.

Why didn't anyone tell me about this? Cat Face