Ah. Well... I attended Juilliard... I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK? You think I'm qualified?

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

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I was born to be a teacher....tonight I got to teach my supervisor math. "Work Thought of the Day": 50% + 80% = more than 100%, IMAGINE THAT!

So not to long ago I stumbled upon PostSecrets.com. It all started when this guy started asking people to send them their secrets, the best part, anonymously. Well anyway, some of the post cards are awesome, but some of them are really sad and morbid. Despite that though, check it out, it's worth it. (I'm a big fan of the one that says, "I used to think the rhythm was gonna get me")

That left me with the question of what are my secrets? What would I submit if I wanted to actually take the time to do it? What do I hide from the world? A deep look inside myself brought about the following five secrets....

These Are My Confessions

  1. I still listen to New Kids on the Block every once in a while and even sing along and on occasion choreograph dances to them.
  2. Sometimes I play "air" bongos when no one is watching.
  3. I have an unusual attraction to Jessica Rabbit.
  4. I have actually watched 15 mins of Tony Danza's talk show.
  5. I once cried because the other reindeers wouldn't let Rudolph join in any reindeer games.

What do you have to hide?

...especially those of you "lurking" about?

3 Comments:

Blogger bornrong said...

I had a similar experience. When I was 4 or 5 my aunt kept me during the day. She lived in quite the underprivileged, low income, ghetto section of town. I had 3 friends I'd play with. A boy, my age, and 2 girls (sister's) that were slightly older. Well, they always wanted to play house. The other girls would tell me and the boy to be the husbands. I don't remember much kissing but I do remember the girls wanted us to act drunk when we came home from work. Drunk? HA, ghetto ass children! :)

2:21 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ghetto? nah, they sound like my kind of kids

11:47 PM

 
Blogger bornrong said...

You mean kids from Kalihi? Yeah...guess you're right!

9:20 AM

 

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