When I was in fifth grade I had a friend named Clarissa. She had just moved from a midwestern state, ( I don't remember which one). She was really weird, she dressed like an old lady and she wore her hair in shirley temple curls everyday. She wore thick glasses and was very conservative. I was quiet and had few friends so she latched on to me. We would talk about our families and about crafts. I was artistic and she was always making something she got in a kit with her grandma. She was bossy, and I pretty much let her decide where we would sit at recess, who we would talk to, what we would do. At home, I would vent to my family how bothered I felt about her bossing me around. I didn't really want to be friends with her but I wasn't willing to do anything about it. One day she told me that she was raped by her father, and her younger sister was molested as well. She said she had gotten pregnant and had a miscarriage. I really believed her. She said that was the reason she came to live with her grandmother, but her sister had to live with another relative. I promised not to tell anyone what she told me. I felt bad for her. I knew that explained why she was so out of place with the other kids. I knew we were alike because I didn't fit in either. Still, these factors didn't prevent me from telling her story to my other friend, Helen, who told the whole school. I betrayed Clarissa, and from then on, no one went near her. She was a specimen to be examined across the field, alone in the farthest corner away from the rest of us.

our old landlord used to speak spanish and could only say two words in english: hi and no it was really hard for her to understand me and my husband and it made me mad. one day she was offered some renters that spoke spanish and were willing to rent for 3 years. i was mad at her anyways so i looked some stuff up in a spanish dictionary and told her we wanted to stay for 6 more years, so she turned the other people down, and then we left the next week. the other people had already found a house

nick:park,female,31,Denver,CO,usa

i was recently parking in a gym parking lot and i wasn't paying enough attention to what i was doing and i hit a car, scratching up its paint job. i panicked, so i pulled out of the parking lot and left.

I bought a building in the mission district in san francisco after moving here from Ohio. I wanted to make a good investment, and have a place to live, since rents here are so high, you might as well buy if you can. Anyway, I had to evict these kids who were living in the middle flat so that I could move in, and it got really ugly. They'd only been living there for 6 years, so I thought they didn't need more than a thirty day notice to get out, but they hated me for it. After I cleared out their back yard and locked it so that I could build my hot-tub out there, they started stealing the furniture I'd stored in their basement and smashing stuff in the building. It turns out that they had destroyed all the plumbing and stuffed fish in my mattress and destroyed my hottub before they moved out. Next time I'm using the police to get my tenants out.

I drive 35 miles a day to work, and 35 miles back. just last year I got a new car and love to travel a little fast with it, because it is so smooth. Well, recently I got a little impaitent with all of the driving and begin to go a little too fast. I would average 80 MPH for many days, not just a little speeding. One Friday I was in a REAL hurry and was travelling about 95 to pass some trucks, until I saw flashing blue lights all around me. I usually have a very good eye to spot all the cops in the area, but these came out of the bushes!! The State Highway Patrol man was not very friendly to say the least. He was mean and rude, and made threats. All he needed to do was give me a ticket. I didn't worry about the ticket too much (since I got one before), then a lawyer wanted hundreds of dollars for my defense, which I couldn't afford, so I decided to face the judge alone. After all, he would understand that I was just in a hurry, right? NOT! I think he was very mean, and he did not listen to me at all. Now my liscence is suspended for a year. Do you think that stopped me from driving? Nobody can live in this world without a car! I wasn't going to quite my job and stay home. At least I get relatives to drive me most days, and I avoid weekends, but I still have to drive on some days, and I feel guilty about it. I'm not a criminal! I think from now on, however, that I will be very slow and safe, to keep out of jail. Hopefully I can make it to the next year without any more trouble.


I screwed up a case for one of my corporate clients. I instructed my client to give me a corporate cheque for a filing fee that was due this week. Additionally, I specifically instructed him to make the check out to the name of the governmental body in question (and provided that name in quotes). He used the common abrevation on the cheque instead. I did not review the cheque before sending it in. Afterwards, I realized the mistake they made, and now I know the filing will be rejected. I have made a mistake due to my lack of attention to detail and now my client will have to pay additional late fees plus there will be a month delay in the case. I have not told my client yet and in a couple of weeks I expect to receive the rejected filing.


the sequel to my first confession okay this isn't really a confession its more of happy ending. I dumped the one guy at the office and now i'm working somewhere else - my husband and i are in counseling and our relationship is growing stronger constantly.
A while back I re-discovered Blanket Sleeper pajamas (the kind that cover from the feet to your neck) and I just love em. Exactly the kind I used to wear when I was a kid. I had no Idea they also made em for adults. I won't wear shorts and a t-shirt to bed anymore!. The thing is that I'm a 28-year-old guy. My girlfriend doesnt know I'm afraid she'll think Im weird. Well I got that off my chest

ok, i feel real bad about this one. I just hope im not going to hell or anything for it. I recently tried weed for the first time with some friends of mine. We didnt have anything to smoke it with, so we had to use a page from the Bible that was in the hotel room. So i kinda smoked the Bible. Is this like a sin? i didnt smoke it cause i dont like god or anything, but it was all we had, we forgot to get the ZigZags and the paper in the bible looked like ZigZags. We made some good joints. and now i feel real bad about it. Timmothy
I don't know if this could classify as an annoying habit, but I love to spy on people. i love the thought of watching someone and them not knowing that I'm there. I also love reading people's diaries and confessions. I feel like if I know what they feel like, i could understand them better.

an annoying habit that e have is that i rush when i type on the web.i wull slow down in the future,sorry

Frisco's confession Category: Personal sins-Annoying habits Frisco's description:I'm an 18 year-old guy and this is an important time of my life. I'm a bit confused and I try to see life with another eye... Send a private message I appologise for my bad English... Recently, I made few bad things. First, I stole money from my sister. That's something unacceptable, but it couldn't help it. That was wrong and I don't want to do this ever again. That's something uggly! Also, as far as I can remember, I've not been thankfull to my parents for what they did for me. I've even sometimes (even often) missing respect towards them. I'm unhappy to see that we cannot have a better relationship than that, but I'm now working on it! Finally, I've not been a serious guy at College. I didn't work well, I wasn't serious and now, I pay for that. I felt 3 classes. I learned my lesson and I now take my future seriously...

Some people have a disease called trichotillomania (or something to that effect), which means that they have an obsessive/compulsive desire to pull out their hair. Generally, this means that they pull out the hair on their heads. I, however, have some strange form of this disease, because I cannot stop pulling out my pubic hair. I kid you not. When I'm just sitting around at home, I can't help but pull it out. It doesn't even hurt anymore, and I have to make a conscious effort to stop. Sometimes, I do it enough that I can tell that I'm going a little bald down there."

I constantly find myself staring at a young supple womans neck and am very thirsty, it is quite um wierd and the other day i met a girl that craves blood too needless to say um what were your thoughts on disposing of bodies?

I'm only 14 years old, female. see, my mom's got her collection of romance novels locked up in the basement. and i have read every single one of them in the past 5 months. i have to take a key from a bookcase in the living room to unlock the basement door. in my peak reading speeds during the school holidays, i used to go down every day. and i would come up with 5-6 books and lock myself up in my room, talking about 2 hours per novel, 4 novels a day. i guess part of the excitement of reading the novels was that it was not a right thing to do and i was rebellious. i know it's wrong, and i live in fear of my mom finding out. i am now awaiting the chance when i'm alone at home to return the last few books of her collection to the basement... and i think i might look through again just in case i have missed out some books hidden at the bottom of the stack...

I gave up candy for Lent. Today my friend offered me Gummy Lifesavers and i said yes. I realized after i took them and ate them that i had given them up for Lent.

Sharing the office with him has been very painful experience to me. First of all, because he doesn't seem to take a shower regularly, he has extremely bad body odor which makes breathing in the office very difficult. Someone suggested to him to do something about his body odor, but he rudely replied that it is the way he is and no one should accept it as it is. He doesn't seem to care about someone else's suffering from his bad odor. Second, he is very arrogant in his behavior and the way he talks. He has extreme self-pride in himself and whatever he achieved so far. So, he talks down to me and tries to boss me around even if I am older than him. I didn't want to get into trouble or being stressful by arguing with him. So, I just tried to ignore him. Also, what I don't like about him is that he doesn't work hard, but expects his collaborators do the work for him. I am a kind of person who do all the works by myself. So, I get to feel unfair about the fact that he has been achieving something without hard work. He is an Iranian. He told me that because of his anti-American feeling he doesn't want to seek a job in the US. But after hearing that I am seeking a job in the US so that I can return to the US after years of stay in Europe, he changed his mind. He told me that he will also apply for jobs in the US, so wanted me to give him list of places that I applied for jobs. He added that he will apply for the same places so that it will be more competitive and thereby it will be more difficult for me to get a job. So, I didn't give him the list. Disgustingly, he has been having a competitive attitude toward me. What makes me more angry is that he was finally offered a job from one of places that I wanted to get a job offer; it seems that he found out that I aimed at getting a job there, so he applied there as a way of interfering with my job application. The way he got the job offer is more disgusting. Instead of competing fairly with other applicants, he got the offer through personal relation with a very influencial person in the place. (If I were in such influential position, I would never fall into cunning tactics by very a manipulative person just like him.) As everyone knows, Iran is sanctioned by the US; Iran is classified as a terrorist country and the US stopped having a diplomatic relation with the Iran after the incident that led to the closing down of the US embassy in Tehran few decades ago. So, by the US law and regulation, an Iranian is forbidden from getting a job in the US or entering the US. So, it is very disturbing that the employer in the US offered him a job, disregarding the laws and regulations. So, I have been hoping that he will not be able to get a Visa for entering the US. Or perhaps, he knows that because of the US policy against Iran he cannot get a US Visa. So, it appears that he has been holding a job as a way of preventing his competitors from being offered the job instead of him. He is just so selfish person. I have been having so much bad impression of him that I just hate him so much. I think that I will keep hating him, even if he may change his bad attitude, because I know through the experience with him that he is a very cunning and manipulative person who would act nicely as a way of getting something out of, taking advantage of or harming someone, as he has been doing. So, I think that staying in my office for the next several months will be painful experience for me.

If any of you live in Florida... you'll know what i'm talking about. I'm not originally from this state, but i've now started to drive like the people here. i find myself cutting people off, flippin the bird all the time and speeding like i dont care about tickets. i always drive over the speed limit and could possibly cause an accident some day because of this. i feel bad... but, hey, it gets me to work a little earlier everyday. later
A few months ago, I was brought to orgasm while driving 90 mph on the highway. There was a man in his 50's in a car next to us, keeping up to enjoy the show. Of course, the person getting me off wasn't my husband, but my husband wasn't there and this guy did a really good job from the passenger seat. I almost swerved off the road a couple of times and I don't know what would've happenned if he hadn't grabbed the steering wheel as I came......

I drank a pitcher of beer at a restaurant this evening and drove home far from sober. I had no concept of speed or direction, but I mangaged to get home without killing myself or others. This time.

I'm am 32, love my additions!! my life is unmanageable. out of control. my health is bad. had a bad dwi where i hit a tree. my passenger hip was shattered. she has had meny seuregerys to help her walk. best friends of 28 years gone. it was her car and we had a fight about driving. i didn't want to.she don't rember it.I went into heart failure on the way to the hospital. twice, and thay tryed to pronounce me dead. didn't work, still here. my drinking and drugging got worse. my drug of choice was anything that would mess up my reality. feeling nothing, thinking nothing, doing nothing.i couldn't function at all. life became one big black out. doing who knows what, taking i don't know what. mon hollowene too much of everything. in another black out, i took a bottal or something. passed out set my bed on fire, and went into liver failuer. now my body, and health can't take it any more.so here i am trying to be sober. the right way. rehabe, counclers, and lots of aa meetings. i feel great. like beeing sober. making new good friends. but i still want to be messed up. not thinking. not feeling. i have found a good realinship with God. but the only way i know is gone. i feel like i am greaving the loss of a close friend, my lover, my world, my everything,- my monster. can't i just viset there one more time? i know you'll say NO!!