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flameful confessions (please dont let me be the only one)
I had two glasses of wine last night. This resulted in me being wicked drunk. I texted my ex-boyfriend (from before my H) and asked him to give me babies asap because we are both getting old.
KLASSY.
f.k.a.= Derniermot
Re: flameful confessions (please dont let me be the only one)
oh nooooooo!!!!!!
xo sorry, chicka!
You are the only one.
But seriously....wicked drunk after 2 glasses of wine?
Ha! Did he respond?!
I was wasted at my sister's bachelorette party, like the only time I've been anywhere near that drunk since college (and after drinking much more than two glasses of wine), and on the walk home from the bar, I kept telling my sisters that I wanted to drunk dial Emily. My then-two-year-old daughter.
eta: no, wait, she was 19 months then. Which means not only was she sleeping when I wanted to drunk dial her, but she also wasn't even talking yet.
For a second there I forgot you are not with DH anymore.
I had a sex dream about the guy who was my crush when I was 9. I actually got aroused and woke up thinking about him in a mix of emotions that included a little disgust.
Soon to celebrate the day we met, even if the day before marks when we said goodbye.
Just exactly how large were the glasses? lol
My flameful is I'm sitting here at my desk doing jackshitt while the work piles up.
LOL I am sure he liked that.
I will not flame you for that one..........you were drunk. We have all done dumb things like that.
I once offered to have a baby with a gay friend of mine because I was afraid at 23 I was never going to get married and have kids.........shortly thereafter I met my control-freak exH.
Ok, my flameful confession............when I was 8 years old, in the middle of my parents' ugly divorce............this is really hard to confess because I have not mentioned this in years, but it lately has been on my conscience...........(choking back tears)..........I threw one of our dog's puppies on the ground really hard, so she literally bounced and broke one of her legs.
Ok, now I am going to go cry and pray the PETA people or ASCPA people do not hunt me down.
She ended up ok, just with a limp. I did not tell anyone what I did. I still feel really guilty about that though.
Abbey: You were eight. You couldn't understand the magnitude of what you were doing. You have to forgive yourself for it.
Sure, eight year olds can do things that have awful consequences but the intent isn't the same.
Premier: Ooops, lol! I can get drunk off two glasses too :-)
I can't stop laughing about this. Amazing.
Maybe she did not intend to break the puppies leg, but eight years old is old enough to know that you are going to hurt the puppy if you forcefully throw it on the ground. Maybe I am misunderstanding your comment.
I am a cheap date. 2 glasses messes me up.
No, the ex boyfriend isnt married.
My H and I still are (but we dont live together). We got married in July 2008.
He did respond and said that I am young but he is game for giving it a try - lol
Your assy reply to your co-worker this morning inspired my last post!
Yeah that's right my name's Yauch!
Um..what?
If it is something that requires frosting, make sure it is messy, or else the teacher will know the child did not make it, LOL.
Honey, we don't need PETA, we got me.
And, your eight year-old self was seriously troubled. Let's hope that you got over it.
meh, if you knew my co-worker you'd probably respond the same way.
My little sister hit our dog with a belt and broke her leg.
After years and years of therapy, we've finally gotten her to stop killing people and misusing their bodies.
meh, I've given courtesy rides to coworkers, even the giant assholioe ones
Yeah that's right my name's Yauch!
he's really not an assholio, just a weirdo. His cubicle has been moved several times because he creeps the ladies out, now he's surrounded by men and I don't think they like him either. anyway, he's never really bothered me much, I was just being selfish and wanted to enjoy a little alone time while getting paid. I drove him and it was fine.
I think he cut their heads off and stuck them on spikes, if I remember right. Or maybe that was Ted Bundy.
I should've known you could justify pretty much any kind of behavior. I can now see how it started early.