I got this idea from another blogger Mindi at Word to Your Mother. (Psst, she has no idea who I am, she's a much more popular blogger than me and that's okay. And she's more of a Mommy Blogger *not that there's anything wrong with that* whereas, I
And I do mean ANYTHING. Got a crush on your pastor? Confess it. Want to kick the dog? Confess it. Want to tell us about that drunken episode? Confess it. Got a crush on a fellow blogger? Confess it. Hate the President? Confess it. Love the President? Confess it. Love to fart at church? Confess it.
Confess it all, my friends!
And do it here.
Why?
Because it will make you feel better to get it off your chest.
Use me. Use my blog.
Confess your confessions here at my blog.
I guess you could call it the Quirky Confessor Booth (for one day only.)
I would like to keep it PG or PG-13 rated and I'm not a priestess or anything, so don't look for absolution here, but it is fun to get the little (or not so little) devil thoughts out of your system from time to time.
No judgments will be given by me (well at least not out-loud).
Go ahead.
Give some honesty a try.
(I'm tingling with anticipation. Is that wrong?)
I will keep all posts anon. I won't be hunting you down or trying to guess who wrote what. But I won't mind if you give me little hints. Bwahahaha.
In other words: your secrets and confessions are safe with me!
(Bwahahahaha.)
Just ignore that above laughter. That slipped out accidentally!
Now let the juicy confessions begin.
(I'm a little too excited aren't I?)
Confessions are good for the soul (and the Quirky blog).
Go forth my blogger buddies and confess.
Go ahead.
Don't keep stalling.
NOW.
DO IT.
B.S. No confessors or Mother Confessors were harmed during the production of this post. Am I opening up a Quirky Pandora Box? Oh well. Let the chips and confessions fall where they may. But now I'm afraid. Should I be?
B.B.S. Relax, Baby, let it happen.
*I reserve the right to delete any comments.*
26 comments:
Quirky, have you been to www.everyoneblogs2day.blogspot.com?
You should check it out!
Bless me Quirky for I have not sinned.
I lead a pristine, exemplary, ethical lifestyle envious by all who know me.
There. That's my confession. I have to go see why my nose seems a bit longer now.
I hate it when I'm shitting and my stool peeks out and won't come out all the way. I'm stuck on the damn pot trying to push that sucker out.
I hate being fat.
Confess? I've got nothing left. You and Cat Lady gave me the Best Follower Award this week and today over at my place I've done all the confessing I'm going to do for a long, long time. You wanna know the inner Nomie? Drop by.
Well now I have to really confess I just posted a comment that I meant to do anon and of course with my synaptically challenged brain, I posted it with my NAME!
Gah.
But I'm gonna do an open confession.
Here is what it said.
I hate bratty kids and it sounds like Q has two of them.
Yep, I can confess it. And it hurts. Deep.
@Quirky It's okay GF. You know you love them no matter what. Just gotta be more consistent. And I know that's difficult especially with your synaptically challenged brain which causes you to forget things a lot. Just keep plugging GF. You'll get there.
B.S. See? I even talk to myself on my blog!
@Otin What? Somebody already beat me to it? Gah! Figures. *grin*
@LazyPineapple You're welcome! *smile*
@Deb I'm a lookin' and your nose is still perfect! *grin*
@6:47 Anon Yeah, me too.
@6:49 Anon Yeah, me too.
@Nomie And you did such a wonderful job! I loved it. *grin*
@Quirkies GAH!
Confessions? Confessions? You can't handle my confessions! heh, heh...
The gnomes, however, confess to dressing up like zombies and hanging around your house around twilight...
I would rather have a Boytoy than a real relationship.
What Anon said - even though my real relationship is with my BoyToy (oh and the other thing too)
Joanne --ooops I also wanted to be anonymous
I have a make believe boyfriend who is absolutely perfect.
I am so sick and tired of everything in life being about sex!
@VE Ha! I think you're right sir. I can't handle YOUR confessions, but I do like knowing what the gnomes are up to. hee hee
@Anon 8:08 Boy toy? What's that! Ha!
@Anon aka Joanne (ahem) You married a boy toy? I didn't think that was legal. hee hee
@MeMe I have make believe stuffs too. Like a boob, a life, a great blog among other things! *smile*
@Anon 9:29 Let's talk about sex, baby! Sometimes it does seem a little bit out of control, eh?
I just ate a huge rice crispy bar knowing full well someone is going to want it when they get home from school. Oh and my ex husband has a really tiny "lunch box".
I just ate half a sleeve of Girl Scout shortbread cookies. AFTER having eaten a frozen WW meal. I hate myself.
one (yes, only one) of my armpits has suddenly become immune to deodorant!
Okay, I've kept this inside for 16 years.
I'm the real killer. Someone go ahead and tell O.J.
I confess to being a chocoholic. I think there is a support group for that somewhere....
"Tis good my child, to confess of your sins. Now leave your tithes and offerings in the golden chalice at the front lobby and God be with you. Go and sin no more," said Father Old Silly to the most endearing member of his flock from the other side of the confession booth's wall.
I confess that I'm a Catholic who is supposed to convince every once in a while and I haven't been to confession in over 20 years and I'm contemplating substituting the Quirky confessional for the church confessional!!
Hmmmmm.....
Be back next week....if you decide to keep doing this....
:-)
True confessions? I'm actually your sister but we were separated at birth when our mother couldn't afford enough Dr Pepper to feed us both.
@Jen And this is wrong how? hee hee
@Erin Don't hate yourself. Now if you had eaten a WHOLE sleeve than okay, but half a sleeve, that's nuttin' Sweetie! hee hee
@Deb I thought something smelled fishy around you. Ha!
@Chris Knucklehead You never cease to amaze me. You really have done it all!
@Yunno Why does there need to be a choco support group? Oh, wait, I get it. You all get together and EAT lots of chocolate. Then I say GO FORTH to the group. It will do you wonders. hee hee
@Father Wilson Sin no more? But that won't be FUN! hee hee
@Lee You can confess to me. Anytime. *insert chesire grin here*
@CatladyLarew *tears of joy* I always wanted a sister. *more tears* I've got so much to share with you my long-lost sistah! And now? Can you lend me some money? Ha!
I ate two Krispy Kreme donuts tonight. :( *sigh*
I don't feel guilty. They were so worth it!
Food, Sex, or Religion? Which way shall I go?...I eat tic tacs while thinking of sex whilst 'listening' in church?
Or sit in church dreaming of food and feeling guilty about sex. Those crazy R rated movies. Church=guilt. Especially when it comes to sex and R rated movies.
You are the only person who understands me...hehe.
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