October 24, 2006

Tell Me A Secret

Sitting here staring at my monitor, I've realized several things.

  1. My monitor is filthy. I mean, disgusting.
  2. I am hopelessly, shamefully addicted to Sweetarts. I'm pretty sure it's not my fault. They've got to be full of crack. Like, I could grab a lighter and smoke those little bad boys and I'd be all high like a freaky crackhead. Why do I know this? My officemate brought in Halloween candy and I've been eating those little fuckers since I rolled into the office. And I can't stop. This is, I imagine, only the beginning of a raging Sweetart habit which will gradually consume my life. I'll hide vast quantities of them around the house and in my car. I'll retreat from family and friends, preferring the slightly sour embrace of my sugar-filled friends. There will be a huge intervention. I'll cry, promise to give up the habit and enter into a 12 step anti-tart program whilst accepting Jesus Christ as my personal savior and apologizing to everyone wronged due to my uncontrollable addition to sugary, chalky goodness. Then the relapse. Damnit, I must stop eating these things. Oh no...there's another roll....come to daddy.
  3. I can think of nothing to say.

I would imagine this somewhat speechless condition is due to several factors.


  1. It's early. I mean, it's still dark outside. And cold.
  2. I'm on week three of filling in for my coworker who ran off and got married. And there's a lot of pressure!
  3. I spent the night dreaming terrible stuff. Of course now I can't remember a bit of it, except that I worked alongside the cast of the Love Boat plotting an assault on a banana plantation in, of all places, Arkansas (where, yes, I realize bananas do not grow).
  4. My brain was removed by aliens for experimentation.

So, obviously I'm not going to come up with anything groundbreaking (although I did just accidentally spell "anything" like "anythong" which made me giggle) so it's up to you. Tell me a secret, something about you I wouldn't guess or don't know. Go ahead. It's liberating. Watch:

When I was a kid, I used to play private detective with my friend Brent. He was John Dickson and I was John Copley. We were Copley & Dickson, Private Investigators. We had a vast empire and were a rock band on the side. Our compound consisted of square miles of buildings underneath which we had our own subway system. We actively developed and solved cases and also prank called the Home Shopping Network. This was all fuelled by too many hours watching Charlie's Angels, Magnum P.I. and Simon & Simon…and, apparently, the Home Shopping Network.

Ahhh, my, that's liberating. Now, you try.

Posted by Chris at October 24, 2006 07:20 AM
Comments

Well, let's see..pick from just one of the annoying, embarrassing things about me...hmm.

Ok, here's a little one (because I try to save the most embarrassing stuff for my own blog, ya know).

When I took French in 4th grade, we had to pick out a French name. I picked Giselle, because it sounded like Gazelle, and well, who wouldn't want to be a gazelle? Right?

Oh, and I also made my mother call me Giselle for several months. It's a wonder she didn't stomp me like a bug

Posted by: Contrary at October 24, 2006 07:41 AM

Okay, this is only between you and me and you gotta pinky swear and cross your heart and hope to die. I have only told one other person and he is also so sworn.

If I could, I would like to be a......*checks to make sure no one is listening*....mercenary. I think it would be cool to go around the country as a gun for hire.

There, now you know. And you can't tell anyone including the Fish. Swear? Good!

Posted by: Red at October 24, 2006 07:58 AM

I was bullied into running track in high school. Hardly anyone signed up for the team when I was in 11th grade so a girl in my homeroom threatened to beat me up if I didnt join. She was really tough and scared me so I joined (along with some other wussies she strong-armed).

I can't run. I run like a girl. At the first meet I took off, tripped over my own feet, fell face down and had gravel imbedded in my elbows and knees. I rocked.

I think the bully regretted forcing me to join. Serves her right.

Posted by: Lisa at October 24, 2006 07:59 AM

I can't believe you prank called the Home Shopping Network! That is too hilarious. I never thought of doing that - my life suddenly seems grey and meaningless.

But there are always SweeTarts! My mom still puts them in my stocking for Christmas...

Posted by: samantha at October 24, 2006 08:02 AM

I purchased a roll of cookie dough at the store last week. When my husband asked me where the cookies were, I told him that I made them and took them to work. The truth? I ate the cookie dough. I shared it with my kids, but I ate most of it.

Posted by: Alissa at October 24, 2006 08:04 AM

When I was little, I used to make tents in my room for no good reason. The room was set up in such a way that I could put the corner of a blanket inside of my closet door and the other corner of the blanket inside the door to my room, marking off a small corner which was my "tent" where I'd play for hours.

I have no idea why I did this.

Posted by: Emily at October 24, 2006 08:14 AM

My parents pumped out a child every 8 years. I was #2 and probably the final one. My younger sister was an oops. When I was 8.5 and my Mom left her in my charge for 5 minutes, I tried to throw her away in the tiny trash can in my room. Her 6 month frame hung out of the trash can and I put her back into her playpen. I did not admit to this until I was 18. Keep in mind my Dad is a psychiatrist, he asked why I didn't throw her in the kitchen trash can. I told him that he emptied that one every night and would have found her, nobody emptied the one in my room.

That was the first time of many I have rattled my Dad.

Posted by: Wicked H at October 24, 2006 08:21 AM

Um... when I made 1-800 prank calls, they were always to the Hooked on Phonics company because that was the only number I knew.

1-800-ABC-DEFG

(hey! I just tried calling and it STILL WORKS!)

Posted by: Liz at October 24, 2006 08:22 AM

You are always good for a laugh before I head off to lalaland!
Now, a secret--I've found, through no fault of my own ;), a few, shall we call them adult themed blogs (think forum) that I wouldn't dare put on my list of reads and yet I can't seem to stay away!
Ah, yes, now I can sleep.....zzzzzzz

Posted by: Nanette at October 24, 2006 08:23 AM

Simon and Simon....? Holy crap, I always thought that I was the only kid to watch that show.

Posted by: Bill at October 24, 2006 08:32 AM

Here's my secret... I've never told anyone!

When I was little I never broke any bones. I was sick alot, but I really wanted a cast that all my friends could sign. So I jumped out of my treehouse many times, but never broke anything.

I'm now really glad that I didn't break any bones that way!

Wow. This is like PostSecret.

Posted by: E :) at October 24, 2006 08:34 AM

Me? Keep secrets? Heh, now that would be interesting.

I love the idea of you needing a sweetart intervention.

Posted by: Bridget at October 24, 2006 08:36 AM

Hee, "anythong." Am also laughing at Wicked H throwing her kid sister in the trash. Damn, why didn't I think of that?

Posted by: Fraulein N at October 24, 2006 08:45 AM

Everyone has done such sweet harmless little things and now I feel like such an outlaw but will tell on myself none the less. What is that saying...Stupid is as Stupid does. I married my second husband while I was still married to my first husband. Of course me and #1 were seperated and had been for a very long time. I just never bothered to tell #2 that he was marrying a married woman. I did break down and tell him one night after we were married about a month. He then took me to an attorney and we rid of #1 post haste. LOL Now how stupid was that?

Posted by: Pat (Trish) at October 24, 2006 08:58 AM

I had a dream last night wherein our plumbing was broken, so I went up the street to a car wash and stood inside. While all the rollers were going, I heard a telephone and so I answered it (somehow, there was a phone in there). Then proceeded to yell into it, "No! No! I'm trapped in a... in a car wash!!" exactly the way Ian Holm does at the start of the movie, "The Sweet Hereafter".

My dreams are really weird.

Posted by: martin at October 24, 2006 08:59 AM

When I was really little I thought that if you broke a bone what that meant is that you broke it off. So, if you had a broken arm, you had broken part of your arm completely off. Once my mom wanted to take me to see a friend who had broken her leg and I threw a huge fit because I was scared of seeing someone who had broken off their leg. I cried because I didn't want to go. I don't know how my mom managed not to laugh at me about this, but she calmed me down and explained what a broken leg really meant. I was still scared of seeing my friend though, because I don't think I fully believed my mom.

Oh, and even better? I used to be deathly afraid of little people until I was about 5 or 6. I thought they were elves, and no amount of convincing on my parents part worked. That had to be really embarrassing for them, I'm sure.

God, I was a messed up little kid.

Posted by: Jessie at October 24, 2006 09:07 AM

My boyfriend and I play fart-tag. Yes, you read that correctly, fart-tag. I'll get something from the kitchen fart at/on him, then walk away. He'll come find me and retaliate the gesture. It's quite fun, especially when you don't tell the person you're playing the game ;)

Posted by: Michelle at October 24, 2006 09:09 AM

Gosh Chris, I am an open book.

Posted by: Maribeth at October 24, 2006 09:10 AM

i keep having dreams about johnny knoxville and bam margera.

really, really dirty dreams.

Posted by: ali at October 24, 2006 09:15 AM

My friends and I used to play Wonder Woman. We were particularly fond of reenacting the episodes where Wonder Woman Island was overrun by Nazis and they had to fight them off.

It seemed so logical at the time! I'm sure we looked very silly though.

Posted by: bad penguin at October 24, 2006 09:21 AM

You'll stop eating the Sweetarts when your mouth gets sore.

And speaking of TV shows...when I was about 5 or 6, I decided that I was going to name my daughter Baretta. To me, it was the most beautiful name in the world.

Posted by: Alison at October 24, 2006 09:29 AM

when i was around 5 or 6 i had an imaginary friend named Prickle. he pee'd in my bed one night so me and my sister threw him out the window. and that was the end of Prickle.

Posted by: Pinky at October 24, 2006 09:47 AM

When I was a kid I used to eat clover, grass, and sometimes bark. On a regular basis. I was convinced the world was going to have some sort of disaster where only I would survive, and I needed to prepare my body. If I had to survive on, you know, GRASS, I would be ready. Oh, yes. I would be ready.

Posted by: kara marie at October 24, 2006 09:54 AM

I used to have an addiction to Pixie stix. It was bad. I still get the shakes when I see a bag of them at the store.

Something you don't knnow..
I would only play GI JOE with my brother if A. I could be the princess. And this used to really piss him off, because well.. there was no princess in GI JOE, but I would always turn Scarlett into a princess... and the Baroness would become the evil queen. and B. if he would play Barbies with me.. He was always Ken and would always put the smack down on Barbie and leave her.

Posted by: molly at October 24, 2006 10:10 AM

Secret Secret I got a secret (from Styxs' Mr Roboto)

I got thrown out of every sports facility in my city from being a drunk spectator or being associated with other drunks spectators. Triple A baseball...out, CFL football...out, junior hockey...out.

There is a story to everyone of them... and I am the victim in every one of them ;-)

Posted by: DavidR at October 24, 2006 10:13 AM

I'm pretty sure there's a box somewhere in my mom's storage of cassette tapes of me and my siblings and friends playing Life Styles of the Rich and Famous. Sometimes we'd role play being actual famous people, other times we'd be ourselves as adults. I do a killer Robin Leach impression.

Posted by: kim at October 24, 2006 10:20 AM

I've started making stuffed animals. I'm not sure if I want to offer them as part of my business, but they're a great deal of fun to make. It's like making little personalities...

for some reason I've been reluctant to tell anyone.

Posted by: autumn at October 24, 2006 10:31 AM

Oh my goodness, I cannot believe I am actually going to post this here, but here goes.

When I was about 4 years old, I learned that my mom was blind. She started losing her eyesight in her 20's, and then by the time I was born she was completely blind, but I had not known this until one day when she decided to tell me after I was asking her to look at something. I was curious, and apparently I didn't really believe her, so I conducted an experiment. I went outside and got a bug...a snail to be exact, and I brought it inside and handed it to her. When she asked what it was, I told her it was candy. SHE ATE IT!! I started crying hysterically and told her I was sorry for not believing that she was blind.

How horrible is that? I never told anyone except my husband that story.

Posted by: Heather at October 24, 2006 10:36 AM

I have way too many secrets that are incriminating, so I will share a safe one: as a junior in high school, a friend and I went with a bunch of older guys in their van driving around playing "mailbox baseball". They struck my best friend's mailbox pretty good, I never told her I was involvoed. To make matters worse, she had a huge crush on the guy that did the swinging!

Sweetarts.....mmmmm......

Posted by: Danielle at October 24, 2006 10:51 AM

My husband is also addicted to SweeTarts - I have to buy an extra bag at Halloween just for him!

My secret tale - I was once "detained" and questioned on the scene for using the men's bathroom in a bar. There were about 6 of us who did it - the ladies' room had half the stalls of the men's room and the ones in the men's room were completely out of view of the urinals. The cops ended up just laughing about it and saying there was nothing they could do...

Posted by: Sue at October 24, 2006 10:59 AM

Secret eh? Like I could keep anything out of the internet. LOL.

I think it was around 6-7th grade, most girls in the Thailand and I were crazy about this boy/rock band called Nuvo. My friend was a super fan of one of the lead singer Joe. He would actually take her calls! So, one weekend, under the pretense that we were out doing school project at my friend's house, the friend arranged with Joe so we could visit him at his house! My driver drove us there but Joe suddenly became unavailable and we were turned away at the gate. (Duh!) I made my driver promised not to tell mom about that little detour.

Funny thing is, ten some years later, that friend ended up dating this guy who turned out to be one of Nuvo's handlers in their glory years and a buddy of Joe. So now she hangs out with Joe all the time. LOL.

Posted by: Oakley at October 24, 2006 11:17 AM

Have you tried the chewy Sweetarts? Yum.

When I was about 19, two friends and I went to our local park at Christmastims. The parks department had set up tons of Christmas decorations; life-sized plywood cut-outs of Santa, Mrs. Claus, the elves, reindeer, the sleigh, all that stuff. One of our high school friends had a totally cool dad, Mr. McD. We decided that Santa needed to be liberated. We managed to stuff him in my friend's station wagon and we high-tailed it to Mr. McD's house where we placed Santa on his large, wrap-around front porch. Then we left. We never told him who did it, but we were pretty sure he knew it was us.

I wonder if he still puts the Santa out at Christmastime?

Posted by: candace at October 24, 2006 11:20 AM

My career plan as a 6 year old was to become an Avon Lady Spy. No one would suspect my briefcase didn't contain lipstick!

Posted by: Betti at October 24, 2006 11:27 AM

First of all put down that roll and step away from the Tarts!!!!!

Second, I'm not that easy. You think because it's you and you ask for a secret that I'm just gonna give it up? That is pretty ballsy! ;)

Fine, I can't fool you. A secret....secret....you know I have a hard time with these, I told you everything already! Ok here's something you didn't know about me. When I was 10 and my sister was a mere FOUR, I told her that Santa wasn't real because I was mad at my mother. There I said it. I am evil and I ruined Christmas.

Posted by: Kate at October 24, 2006 12:00 PM

I wrote to the advice columnist in "Seventeen" magazine. I made up some crap about my dysfunctional family and how horrible my life was. Sure, I was a typical miserable teenager and I had a strict upbringing, but I'm pretty sure I laid it on pretty thick for added drama. I got a personal letter back urging me to seek professional help for our entire family. I was about 14 and terrified that we'd receive a phonecall from the magazine about what I had written. I worried about it for weeks. My parents still don't know about this.

Posted by: wordgirl at October 24, 2006 12:24 PM

I wear men's deoderant.

Posted by: mamatulip at October 24, 2006 12:41 PM

I can just see Mia at the SweeTart intervention... "Daddy please don't take my SweeTarts anymore..."

When I was 4 or 5 I got an earache, and I was convinced that the Trix rabbit had come into my room, pulled the ache out of his own ear and put it into mine.

Posted by: Judy at October 24, 2006 12:43 PM

Before I moved here 2 years ago, I thought the "Washington Redskins" were associated with the 'other' Washington. You know - that one that has its own statehood on the entire OTHER side of the country! No clue they were the Washington (DC) Redskins. ...and it took me longer than socially acceptable to realize why everyone here was so crazy for the Redskins...

I just told my husband that last night. He laughed REALLY LONG AND HARD at me.

Posted by: akaBrandi at October 24, 2006 12:45 PM

In high school, my friend and I used to call the drug abuse hotline and pretend we either had a drug problem or were dating an abusive, strung-out guy.
We were sick, sick, sick kids.
But I will say it honed our performances for drama club. ;)

Posted by: Traci at October 24, 2006 12:46 PM

During my high school years I was a lifeguard at a local pool. While on duty, after a night of partying hard, I fell asleep on the stand with my sunglasses on. I awoke to another lifeguard asking me if I was asleep, to which i replied "No are you kidding me?"

Posted by: Josh at October 24, 2006 01:20 PM

I really wanted to screw my German teacher in high school. She was old enough to be my mom, but when she spoke German, it just set me off. Later, she became my wife's co-worker.

Posted by: Brad at October 24, 2006 01:53 PM

My brother and I used to play "crime fighters" except the crime fighters were named after my mom and her best friend. So the game was called "Susan and Connie".

We rescued each other off of the bunk beds. We snuck one another out of the room wrapped in bed spreads. And the criminals that we caught were stored under the bed in our jail.

Also, our family had one of the first color tvs in the neighborhood and I really thought that when they plugged it in, the people that lived inside the box started performing on the screen.

Posted by: kristen at October 24, 2006 02:17 PM

How about I tell you about my husband's secret that he just told me today at lunch and that I can't tell on my blog because his family and friends read it? (Sorry, but it's highly unlikely they read your blog. Nothing personal, you understand.)

C used to make up the downstairs couch as a stage and pretend he was a guy from FAME. He begged his mom for a pair of the red leather (I'm guessing spandex but he insists leather) pants they wore. Thankfully his mother never acquiesced.

Posted by: s@bd at October 24, 2006 02:18 PM

oh. and your commenters?
weirdos, the bunch of 'em.

Posted by: s@bd at October 24, 2006 02:20 PM

That is too funny.

My secret. I had a friend who talked me into entering a county beauty pageant many years ago. (I was also seduced by the scholarship money. I was a girl paying my own way through? What can I say). I had to stand on a stage in a bathing suit in front of 600 people. Gah! And the girl who won was the blowjob queen of the county. Totally trashy. But after the interviews (and before the pageant) she flirted with two of the old coots who were judging. Hell, she wasn't even sober for the pageant.

Posted by: Lisa B at October 24, 2006 04:00 PM

During a junior high slumber party at my house, my friends talked me into TPing the neighbour's house. Don't know why - they were in Texas for the winter anyway - but I felt really guilty about it, so I went back and painted their porch floor, which was peeling. Of course I'm sure I used the entirely wrong paint and it looked like crap, but I never heard anything ever said about it.

There now, I do feel better!

Posted by: Heather at October 24, 2006 04:12 PM

OMG! I can hardly breath after realding some of those! I love the Fart TAG!!! So a secret huh? This is just as good as Post Secret!

When I was little I was sick alot with stomach shit and so I was alwaya going to the doctor, well I use to go play outside the office and pretend to be living in a huge mansion (of course this would be in a huge 2 or 3 story building). I'd prance up and down the stairs, staring down my nose at all the little minnions running around below, they were my assistants running around do all that I ordered! Oh and my ex from 12 years ago just popped back into my life to say that he still loves me. GRRRRREEEEAAAAATTT!

Posted by: CJ at October 24, 2006 04:49 PM

Ubergeek that I am, I loved school so much that I missed it terribly during the summer months. In elementary school my dad found me one of those real "school desks" and I'd set it up downstairs with any books I could get my hands on (from book sales and auctions I'd find them) and I'd have all sorts of pens and pencils and notebooks and I'd "play school."

Ugh, how sad am I???? :-)

Posted by: Evil Genius at October 24, 2006 05:24 PM

I have two tatoos, and only two people in the world have seen them.
You're right!! it's liberating haha (and also embarrassing).
PD. The posts where you have nothing to say are always the best.

Posted by: Ava at October 24, 2006 05:54 PM

Hmmm well I'm not giving you a secret, but it just may be a post tomorrow. Yeah I'm pretty sure.

Mine is Laffy Taffy, I can't get enough of it. And I can't blame it on anyone else, because I brought it in myself.

Posted by: Melissa at October 24, 2006 06:06 PM

Well, my addiction is Dubble Bubble Bubble Gum. And only that brand. CVS sells it in bags for 99 cents (HEY THERE'S NO CENTS SIGN ON THE KEYBOARD. AM I THE LAST ONE TO REALIZE THIS? AND WHY IS THIS IN CAPS?) Anyway, I buy a bag and will chew it all in a day or two, tops. It's an addiction. But I'm okay with it.

I used to watch Simon and Simon and I would fantasize that I was recruited to be part of Simon and Simon detective agency, but it was really just a front for me to be dating the blond Simon brother.

Posted by: Sharri at October 24, 2006 06:53 PM

When I was little, my brother and my cousin looked a lot alike - so much so that people would often get them confused. I convinced some people that they were actually brothers. I'd say that my cousin was adopted by my aunt and uncle and that my parents felt so sad that two brothers should be separated they decided to adopt my brother. I apparently was a pretty convincing liar. Of course now they don't look anything like one another. I wonder if some people still think they're really brothers...hmm.

Posted by: Beth in StL at October 24, 2006 07:26 PM

Are we SURE it's not actually Sweet Tarts, and not SweeTarts? Look at the package. It's my opinion, humble though it may be, that there are actually two 'T's. In that way, it would be spelled correctly, allowing me to sleep at night.

Alternately, there is a website devoted to the Sweetarts, which is a Texas 60s garage rock band. Who-da-thunk-it?

Okay, I owe you a secret....

I was on the cover of the January 1975 issue of Sport Modeler, wearing a yellow bikini, holding a ginormous radio controlled model airplane. The photo was taken the previous summer when I was just a babe of 14.

Posted by: coolchick at October 24, 2006 07:51 PM

Totally addicted, like Melissa, to Laffy Taffy, ever since my super-picky sister latched onto the banana flavor. Then I discovered green apple, and it was all over.

When I was in the fifth grade, I could already curse like a sailor, and I mean using ALL the really serious words (boy, would my parents have ahad a fit!). So one time when we were visiting my grandparents' house, my five year old cousin was there and I taught her a couple of choice ones and when to use them, then I made her promise not to tell who told her. My aunt never found out where she learned them, but I had made a true convert-- now she's out of college and can curse in-- count them on your little fingers-- NINE languages. ;D Speaking of legacies...

Posted by: Sassy at October 25, 2006 12:52 AM

It's worse for me. I'm addicted to a candy that nobody else likes... candy corn. And the nightmarish and hellish holiday -- the only time these fucking things rear their ugly little white-tipped heads -- is coming up next week. Ugh.

Posted by: L.A. Daddy at October 25, 2006 02:13 AM

Another round of secrets. Cool!

My secret.. I like Bert & Ernie more than Tim! I know the cd "Bert's favorites" by heart.

Posted by: Nadine at October 25, 2006 04:23 AM

I almost always root against the Gators even though I am from Florida.

Onetime I saw Whitesnake in concert and I loved it.

Posted by: Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah at October 25, 2006 10:01 AM

Please, step away from the SweeTarts. :)

Posted by: Zandria at October 25, 2006 10:05 AM

I used to watch Simon & Simon and Magnum, PI, too! My best friend and I also used to have a detective agency. I wonder how many kids those shows inspired?

Secrets, secrets... I'm sure I hide it well, but I was soooo cool growing up that I went to State for two tournaments: chess and spelling!

Posted by: Kate the Shrew at October 25, 2006 10:30 AM

Im pretty sure that peanut butter cups have some sort of contagious matter in them too. although i hadnt thought of rolling them. might be fewer calories though

Posted by: shannon at October 25, 2006 02:07 PM

Wow, lots has been revealed here huh! Trying to think of something interesting I can write myself...

When I was a teenager I used to steal money from my mum's purse. Not so regularly that she'd notice, but still a £10 note at a time, which is not exactly something you wouldn't miss. Although I never even heard her say she seemed short on cash.

I've confessed a few things to her over the years, but never that one!

Posted by: starrynite at October 25, 2006 05:44 PM

What can I say? I'm an open book....I don't think I have any secrets? I can't think of ANYTHING. Bummer. Sorry. But, I loved your #2 about the sweetarts. LMFAO (and I never use that abbreviation!)

Posted by: Haley-O at October 25, 2006 08:28 PM

A secret huh... Gosh I just don't think I can put anything too juicy here...lol We'll stick with something simle I think, lol

Sometimes I wear men's cologne. Hey! I like it! Have you tried Calvin Klien's new one.. Euphoria... OMG it's awesome!!

Posted by: Tammy at October 26, 2006 11:23 AM

my secret is that i'm plotting against chris because rude cactus gets so many more comments than me and i'm jealous. okay, not really. here's a secret- i can go days without looking in the mirror. sure i'll brush my hair and put on makeup (sometimes) and probably look decent but i may have catoptrophobia- a fear of mirrors (check out phobialist.com where i looked that word up. it is pretty funny what some people fear, like Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions.

Posted by: kimblahg at October 26, 2006 11:56 AM

here's a real secret. i found out my ex-boyfriend (who cheated on me then married the girl he cheated on me with. she later cheated on him. karma.) is growing marijuana at his house. i'm fighting the urge to write a letter to the DEA even though i think american drug laws are bullshit and find the idea of someone getting arrested for growing a plant disgusting, i would enjoy him getting busted. they say revenge is a dish best served sweet. i can't decide if i should do it.

Posted by: me at October 26, 2006 12:22 PM

I used to think the Huxtables were a real family and that a camera crew was spying on them. Then I saw a magazine in a store that announced Felicia Rashad's wedding. I was mortified! Granted I was 6, but I remember it vividly.
I also thought a camera crew was outside *my* house recording a sitcom. I used to act scenes out in front of the windows.

Posted by: Amaya at October 27, 2006 05:26 PM