January 25, 2005

Tell Me Something I Don't Know

Hi. Its morning. I didn't sleep all that well and I don't feel so hot...and my computer's not back yet. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm feeling about as creative as my stapler. But I've also grown curious about you again, dear readers. So...tell me a deep, dark, juicy or merely odd secret - something no one knows. Comment and free yourselves of your burdens. For instance? I was a kleptomaniac in first grade. Yep...stole anything I could get my hands on. Being in first grade, this usually consisted of art supplies from my school.

Your turn. I want to learn something new about everyone! Don't let me down.

Posted by Chris at January 25, 2005 08:01 AM

Dark/juicy/odd secret? If I could get my "Jackrabbit" through airport security, I'd go on vacation with it...

Posted by: Stacy at January 25, 2005 08:05 AM

So I just had a dream last night that I was going to do standup for a bunch of people from school, but Soundgarden (I KNOW they broke up, leave it alone) decided to sit in as well, and they started playing before I could start. In deference to their many talents, I waited till they were finished.

Ok, I waited until they started playing "Buffalo Soldier" and said I hated that song...

Posted by: alektra at January 25, 2005 08:10 AM

my deepest darkest secret involves someone we'll call m. and someone we'll call r. and it involves something we'll call s.

Posted by: monique at January 25, 2005 08:18 AM

when I was in first grade, I was leaning over while sitting in my desk, trying to steal Surrenda Betak's pencil ::I KNOW I KNOW! The shame! I told everyone I was just trying to pick it up because it had fallen on the floor ::Head down in shame::. But to be fair it was one of those cool pencils with the erasers that smelled like strawberries. End result? I ended up flipping my desk over and hitting my head on Surrenda's desk, cutting open my forehead. I ended up with 13 stitches. *sighs* My just desserts for trying to take her pencil. =)

Posted by: Lauren at January 25, 2005 08:29 AM

Hey! Don't knock the stapler's creativity! He may have some great ideas if you just listened to him every once in a while. You user. ;)

Posted by: Jessa at January 25, 2005 08:42 AM

Well my website is down when I had liberal thoughts to write about in my head. Yes, I have liberal thoughts, such as that the HRC is gathering a petition against the Senate's re-introduction of the Marriage Amend. So go visit them and say something, please.

I did not have the S word until I was almost 22 years old. Can't think of anything else that is interesting.

Posted by: goodsnake at January 25, 2005 09:08 AM

I am recovering from anorexia.

Posted by: Jade at January 25, 2005 09:10 AM

I was busted for shoplifting when I was 10, but talked my way out of it.

Posted by: amber at January 25, 2005 09:13 AM

I drink tabasco sauce and eat raw spaghetti for fun.

Posted by: Colby at January 25, 2005 09:24 AM

I'm married but am having 2 online relationships.

Posted by: My Other Side at January 25, 2005 09:28 AM

when i was 4, I used to wake up early in the morning to dance around my room to disney records. i still love dancing around my house to music when noone is around..

Posted by: andie at January 25, 2005 09:51 AM

feeding off of andie's comment -- i know every single word in the songs from the Jungle Book, the Little Mermaid, the Lion King and other random disney songs. this is what having 6 neices and nephews does to you. they request songs all the time.

Posted by: Maureen at January 25, 2005 10:14 AM

I am terrified of being successful. Sad but true. So I squander my talent thinking I am forever not good enough.

Posted by: Gypsy at January 25, 2005 10:17 AM

Heh, like Maureen, I once knew everything Disney, not only because I have a crapload of nieces and nephews (I quit counting 'em after 25), but also because we weren't allowed to watch much else when we were younger.

My deepest, darkest secret right now? Hmm. Not much really. Maybe that Titanic t-shirt hanging in my closet?

Posted by: Spring at January 25, 2005 10:22 AM

speaking of thievery: i used to shoplift. that's not so juicy i guess. how many teenagers don't after all? the crazy thing was that i was ratted out by the person who introduced me to the sport, punished and i still continued to do it. i got caught once in a 7-11 and the clerk said she was going to call my parents. when she asked me for my last name, i noticed she'd misspelled it so i corrected her. she gave me a funny look and told me to leave the store and not come back again. :D like i said, crazy.

Posted by: Patricia at January 25, 2005 10:23 AM

I am wondering how long it takes to get the Cafe Press stuff? I ordered on January 7th and received another email from Cafe Press on January 9th informing me it had been shipped. Any other complaints on how long it's taking? I am VERY excited to wear my Cactus-wear!

Posted by: wn at January 25, 2005 10:25 AM

I fell on my face from the monkey bars trying to do a penny drop in fifth grade. The monkey bars were over asphalt.

Posted by: Amy at January 25, 2005 10:37 AM

I used to be a klepto too - except I was in high school and it carried over to college. (I recently broke this bad habit.)
My targets? Menus, signs, and other random things from restaurants. I'm talking sugar caddies, Fiestaware bread plates from Bennigan's, the works. If it wasn't bolted down, it was most likely in my purse or under my shirt.
I was baaaaaddddddd.

Posted by: Kitty at January 25, 2005 10:42 AM

I used to eat frozen oven chips - well u guys call em fries. We're not talking the skinny French fry variety tho, we're talking the massive English fat beefeater type chips. Me and my sister used always sneak a few in while our mum was preparing dinner. Couldn't have been good for you... I'm pleased to say that I no longer do this. *much*

Posted by: Anakalia at January 25, 2005 10:42 AM

I got caught cheating on a fractions test in the 5th grade. I said I was just looking for scratch paper. I was student of the month at the time and subsequently lost all privileges associated with that title. A very low point in my adolescence.

Posted by: smartjuice at January 25, 2005 10:45 AM

I was deathly afraid of down escalators as a child, and refused to get on them without holding someone's hand until I was 10 or 11. (No, seriously.)

They still make me tense, and I have to hang on to the railing and look at my feet as I step on, or else I'm convinced I'll go falling down it.

Posted by: Dawnie at January 25, 2005 10:52 AM

Juicy/dark/odd secrets...I'm full of 'em. I too know almost every disney movie song in existance...and can not blame it on my son (who tells me to stop singing when I do). I guess the darkest secret I have is that as much as I love my husband and kids, I feel like something is missing. And my juiciest secret...okay...it's EXTREMELY difficult for me to orgasm (which, trust me, SUCKS ASS!)

Posted by: Randi at January 25, 2005 10:56 AM

*blushing* Me and a friend took a cab ride - not a short one either, we told him we would be right back with the money and we took off between the houses and left him there... not very nice of us

I still feel bad.

Posted by: Chrissie at January 25, 2005 11:19 AM

I had an extra thumb when I was born.

Posted by: Julie at January 25, 2005 11:34 AM

Better be a red swingline stapler :)

Ha! I'll tell you the darkest secret I have. I just told Mr. Sweety recently, because up to this day I'm still ashamed for what I did.

I cheated on a boyfriend once. (way before mister Sweety became mister Sweety :)) I had a very good 'time' with a university (first time university :)) friend after a night of fun & drinks. Out of guilt I told one of my friends. Little did I know... she would tell my boyfriend I cheated.

And when he told me? I denied. And he? Believed me. Plus I added she must have had a crush on him for spreading those lies. And 'we' decided not to be friends with her anymore.

Yep. How's that for a 'sweety'?

I broke off the relationship a few weeks after that. Guilt guilt guilt. Never cheated again :)

*burries head in shame*

Posted by: Sweety at January 25, 2005 11:46 AM

Well funny you should ask this today. Someone from my past sent me an email last night and it got me thinking about my teen years. I was a horrible teenager. Very self-destructive and really did a lot of things I regret today. But this person that contacted me was my savior, though I hardly realized the full capacity of that now. I'll call him K. I was 18 years old and just broke up with my boyfriend. I had an older guy buy me a whole case of beer and we walked around while I got drunk. Some of his friends joined us. Then it all was a blur. Suffice to say I woke up in the emergency room. They drugged me, did God knows what to me, left me nude on the couch unconcious. K was an ENT and fire fighter and he found me. Took me to emergency room. If it weren't for K who knows what more might have happened to me. I started straightening up after that, but I never really appreciated what he did for me. I lost contact with him when I moved. Now almost 14 years later, I'm getting the chance to really tell him what he did meant to me. And this is the longest post I have made on your site! LOL

Posted by: Swt GA HunnyB at January 25, 2005 12:01 PM

Most people don't make me nervous, but there is one person who does. Whenever I know I'm going to see this person, I practice what I'm going to say in my head - ok, I really do it out loud - and pretend what person x will say in return. Like a little play production or something. Then when I see person x I never say the things I planned, which is good because then it would come out as rehearsed.

I'm a total freak! Please still be my friend!!

Posted by: Gweny at January 25, 2005 12:01 PM

I'm going to be a total copycat and say that I, too, was a total klepto in grade school. Like you, it was mostly school supplies, but I stole mine from SUNDAY SCHOOL. I am so going directly to hell.

Posted by: Heather at January 25, 2005 12:10 PM

I think my unborn child is Asian and I don't know how to tell my husband.

Oh, wait...

Posted by: Mrs. Cactus at January 25, 2005 12:39 PM

If it isn't Asian, it might be a Keebler elf.

Posted by: Mrs. Cactus at January 25, 2005 12:39 PM

By far not the juiciest secret in my cache, but one I had forgotten about until now:

About 10-12 years ago, before car alarms were obnoxiously common, while walking through a mall parking garage I happened to pass between a luxury car (before THOSE were incredibly common also) and the car in the space next to it. Turns out that the luxury car had THE MOST UBER-SENSITIVE, IRRITATING BURGLAR ALARM. EVER. The thing SHRIEKED at me "YOU ARE TOO CLOSE! MOVE BACK!" So I spit on it. Then I ran. Not one of my shining moments. ;)

Posted by: Amanda at January 25, 2005 12:51 PM

Can't think of anything really wild or wonderful, so I'll tell you that I laugh every time I hear Midnight at the Oasis because of the line 'Come on, Cactus is our friend.'

Posted by: bmh at January 25, 2005 12:58 PM

Okay... I'm trying to think of something that I have not divulged on my blog. Here goes:

One time when I was a junior in high school, I went to this one park that all of us kids went to to do things that we shouldn't do (drink, smoke, hookup). So I'm standing out there in my little white keds and my madras shorts (I was the little preppy girl) drinking a PBR (which totally goes against the preppy girl look) when up pulls a cop. Takes us all down to juvenile court.

I call my dad from jail.

"Dad? It's Snidge... hey... ummm... I'm in jail..."


(By the way did I mention I was REALLY drunk and slurring my words)

"The policeman came... he brought us here and said you had to come get me..."

"okay.. well.. I tell you what daughter Snidge... tell the policeman I'll pick you up in the morning. No better yet... let me speak to him."

So I hand the phone over to the chief... I have no idea what transpires over the wire. But they lead me back to a cell, where I sat the entire night, praying to God-up-above that I would not have to throw up.

My dad came and got me the next morning. And I NEVER did that shit again.

so there you have it. A much too long entry in your comments, but a story that I have never told anyone. I spent the night in jail when I was 16.

Posted by: Snidget at January 25, 2005 01:41 PM

Here is a very juicy one for you - one I would never post on my own site (not in a million years!). I've worked with a man for the last four years that is in love with me, and I him. He's married (unhappily) and has two children. Though we've carried these feelings for many years, we've never acted on them, and never will (obviously because of his situation). He's much older too, 46... That's my dirt...

Posted by: Sabine at January 25, 2005 01:54 PM

So many... hmm...

I'm bisexual, and so is my boyfriend.

Posted by: Mary Jo at January 25, 2005 01:55 PM

Once, when I was a kid, I found a portion of my Christmas presents ahead of time -- completely by accident. And then on Christmas, I had to pretend to be all surprised when I opened my presents. It sucked, because I really prefer to be surprised.

Posted by: bad penguin at January 25, 2005 02:04 PM

My mom bought me tickets for a concert I didn't want. They were really expensive. I lost 'em, and then lied and told her we went and really enjoyed it. Am going to hell.

Posted by: Granola Spice at January 25, 2005 02:06 PM

I don't like Republicans.

(shhh, don't tell!)

Posted by: Dawn (webmiztris) at January 25, 2005 02:15 PM

My friends and I used to steal matches and light fires in the woods. Luckily we never started a forest fire.

Posted by: Wendy at January 25, 2005 02:16 PM

My deep, dark secret is that I am probably more comfortable with animals than people. Don't get me wrong, people are wonderful. I'm married to the most wonderful person in the whole world! *waves, Hi Gorgeousness!* It's just that I understand animals much more. (Some people are mean for no reason) I come by it honestly, my dad is a veterinarian & I grew up with 4-legged "family". A family member even used my dad as a weigh station while transporting exotic animals from the wild to zoos. To this day my mom swears I speak dog & cat, (and everything else), besides my native languages. *sigh* Now everybody knows...

Posted by: Sashinka at January 25, 2005 02:40 PM

Hmm i received 11 misconduct slips on the school bus in one year - in the 1st grade!! i was the only kids to have gotten in so much trouble on the bus that they didn't kick off... they actually started a star program just for me to keep me from getting written up but i ended up getting kicked out of that too. i was a lito cute trouble maker but cause i was just too damn cute as a kiddo it never resulted in anything really horrible.

Posted by: angel at January 25, 2005 02:41 PM

I uh, still practice, on occasion, the cheer moves to my high school's fight song that I learned more than 10 years ago. I can't believe I just wrote that.

Posted by: Jessica at January 25, 2005 03:51 PM

No. Way.

Posted by: jenorama at January 25, 2005 04:49 PM

15 years old and because of many stupid things that had been done, I was sitting in a police station waiting for my mother. It is not a secret that we were speeding, that the guy driving had many, many unpaid tickets, that it was 3 am and I had snuck out. No, the secret was the baggie of pot in my underwear and it stayed a secret until now.

Posted by: K at January 25, 2005 04:51 PM

Besides, even if I posted anonymously, you'd know who posted anyway through your sitemeter.

Posted by: jenorama at January 25, 2005 04:53 PM

I had a very high school crush on a boy who's signature was his leather jacket. Once, on the way to an overnight drama tournament, we made out in the back of the bus. To this day, the smell of leather does it for me every time.

Posted by: lu at January 25, 2005 04:57 PM

my best friend Jodi and I cut class the day before Thanksgiving break junior year in high school. Having no place to go and knowing our otherbest friend Sandy's parents were out of town, we broke into her house. She came home to find us asleep in her bed. Boy was she pissed. My parents were not all too fond of me when they found out either.

Posted by: amy at January 25, 2005 05:10 PM

OH better one-- I called in a bomb threat to the science bldg at my university my freshman year on the day of our midterm. See everyone on my dorm floor had partied all night the night before and none of us were prepared.

About 3 minutes into the test univ. security came in and evacuated the entire 12 story bldg.

:) Prof never did resched the midterm.
Of course, I ended up failing the class anyway.

Posted by: amy at January 25, 2005 05:12 PM

Sometimes, if my daughter leaves a Britney Spears cd in my car, I will listen to it.

Posted by: ms.quilty at January 25, 2005 05:36 PM

Okay there are secrets and there are Secrets, so a little secret is that I lied to my parents when I was 16, told them I was sleeping over my best friends house, and she lied to her parents and told them the same thing. We then headed for NYC, and partied all night long. We got home, and no one was the wiser. Don't tell Mom!!!
If you want a Secret, well that I can't post in the open LOL!

Posted by: Nina at January 25, 2005 05:46 PM

when i was about 13 or 14 my friend and i snuck out of my house and went joyriding in my mom's car. :) granted, we lived in the country and there was nobody around. but still. my sisters still try to "tell" on me to this day, but i deny it. my mom believes me. i think.

Posted by: tiffanie at January 25, 2005 05:51 PM

When I first learned to write I was left handed. But now I'm right handed.

Posted by: Sheryl at January 25, 2005 06:03 PM

I absolutely despise lima beans.

Which may not sound all that juicy, I suppose, but IT IS something I've never admitted in public, so there you go.

Posted by: sawni at January 25, 2005 06:07 PM

OK one more...

Senior Year in High School. Jodi and I again.

Seniors got to take place in a lottery for assigned parking spots in the ridiculously small student parking lot. 50 were given out and we marked by white boxes at the end of the space that you could decorate.

Jodi and I were not chosed in the parking lottery. We were pissed.

So Saturday night at like midnight we went to the school lot with a can of white paint and a paint roller and annexed two spots--painted white boxes on the next two spots at the end of the assigned row.

And if someone dared to park in those spots, we DID leave nasty notes on their cars about it being an assigned spot.

Those "fake" assigned spots worked for us all year.

Posted by: amy at January 25, 2005 07:18 PM

I also was a thief in my younger days. I got caught stealing peanuts at the Farmers Market on a field trip and never stole again.

Also, I still love to pick my scabs. The bigger the better.

Posted by: Thernessia at January 25, 2005 07:41 PM

i sort of cheated with my deep dark secret, as i didn't really let any information about it out. so here's the real deal...

i cheated on typing tests in 9th grade. i would stay after school to "practice" and do the tests ahead of time. i finally got caught and thrown out of the class. i guess they didn't believe i could type 360 wpm perfectly.

Posted by: monique at January 25, 2005 07:55 PM

I still sing in front of the mirror... pretending I'm a famous singer...

Don't TELL!

Posted by: La-Bella at January 25, 2005 11:11 PM

I sincerely asked my partner to not buy me a Christmas gift. If you know me, you know I despise gifts. He usually listens, but he got me a hideous glass vase with a glass flower in it and a base where a glass swan floats.

I drove onto I-295 and chucked it out the window. It made a fabulous smashing sound. It made me feel a lot better, and mean for being mean. He's never asked where it went, and Ive never told.

Posted by: That Girl at January 26, 2005 09:23 AM

I know I'm a day late...but I need to purge.

When my little sister was about 6....I broke her arm. :( and NO ONE KNOWS IT WAS ME!

Posted by: Pamalamadingdong at January 26, 2005 10:34 AM

p.s. it was an accident....erm....sorta

Posted by: Pamalamadingdong at January 26, 2005 10:34 AM

I don't like sex.

Posted by: squirrelgirl at January 26, 2005 12:05 PM

Me and three other girls rigged the judging for our senior class' song b/c we just couldn't abide the popularly elected choice. I promise that is my one and only foray into rigging an election. ;-P

Posted by: Bond Girl at January 26, 2005 01:26 PM

I made out with Kenny Wayne Shepherd - which is sad considering I'm not even sure if that's how you spell his name :/

Posted by: RockStar Mommy at January 26, 2005 02:39 PM

I once plagiarized most of a short story in 5th grade....and got a C because the characters weren't believable.

Posted by: Sue at January 26, 2005 03:26 PM

I'm scared of the dark

Posted by: Pixie at January 27, 2005 04:44 PM