I stand in the Black Rain. Where half-poisons kill. Where meaning is nothing, where purpose is something too far away to hold. Jesus, save me. Please save me. That is my one desire. I desire you more than life itself.

One day a bunch of kids from the neighborhood found me and helped me escape. we had a long adventure together, during which i had to pick sides against my own family who turned out to be totally evil selfish bastards, and in the end we were rich, famous, and still alive. well me and chunk eventually shacked up together and from time to time he will give me blowjobs and/or let me fuck him. i think he just feels sorry for me because even though im free to do whatever i want i still just sit in our basement and watch TV all day (and surf da net, obviously).

Anyways, i just wish god hadn’t made me be born a ghoul and gay and not even have a shot at getting into heaven when i die. it is so depressing that it makes me want to take my life, but i would only end up in a worse situation (hell). so i guess i just have to be happy to be alive and try to stay alive as long as i can. the thing is that when those kids “rescued” me from my family my whole world got flipped turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

what im grounded for is, well yesterday my mom made this spaghetti dinner, for when dad got home and everyone was gonna eat, i actually like spaghetti meatballs but.. so she made this dinner and she set out all the plates and stuff to get ready, well my dad was on the computer and my mom was in her room doing something, so what i did was, i decided, i was at the table, i decided i wanted to ‘season the food a little lol

with pepper spray

i wanted to season the food a little

season the food a little lol
because its pepper spray, pepper/seasoning! lol

so what i did was i sprayed this pepper spray all over the food, and it was like all over the food, and i havent sprayed that much pepper spray before, well except this time i sprayed this lady in the face at blockbuster

so then what i did was, was i ran up stairs so fast and then locked my room, and then my mom was all like “come down here, you’re in trouble” and then i was all like hiding in my room and they were trying to open the door but it was locked and i started spraying the pepper spray at the bottom of the door but it wasnt working it was just going in my eyes, and then i just hid in the corner of my room

and then my mum grounded me for two weeks, but she said it will be like 2 weeks if i dont apologise

but im not going to apologise

No, we’re NOT what you think we are. It has to do with the recently completed contest to be named the “Official” hometown of The Simpsons.

The Simpson’s hometown is named Springfield, but the STATE was never revealed. So with the new Simpsons movie coming out at the end of this month, July 2007, they had this BIG contest on USA Today’s website.
There were 14 Springfields from around the country entered in the contest. They all submitted videos about how their Springfield should be named the Simpson’s hometown. People would go to the USA Today website, watch the videos, and vote for the one they thought was the best one. Each person was allowed one vote per day. Whichever Springfield got the most votes WON. The winning Springfield gets to host the world premier of the movie.

Our video, Springfield VERMONT, WON the big contest!

I’m confessing that I and about 20-25 others here in Vermont (all members of the VCC) cheated by voting more than once each day. A TON more than once each day. We were all voting multiple times on a daily basis, but the race remained pretty close, Then this past weekend we really poured it on! Saturday and Sunday we voted at least 2,000 times each day. The last day of the contest, Monday, July 9th, we almost hit 3,000 votes!

VERMONT WON THE CONTEST GOING AWAY !

Final tally of votes:

Vermont = 15,367
Illinois = 14,634
Oregon = 13,894
Massachusetts = 11,442

WE WON and all those other losers are crying and whining, bitching and moaning!

HA HA !!

VERMONT RULES !

Springfield, Vermont is the OFFICIAL hometown of the Simpsons!

Don’t have a cow, man!

Eat our shorts!

Springfield, Vermont RULES !!!

Well we started talking, one thing led to another and we ended up sitting in my car. Turns out she enjoyed pot like me so we smoked a joint and really had a good time laughing and getting to know one another. I invited her back to my apartment to listen to some music we both liked and she accepted. Once there, we had a drink and just spontaniously started making out. She was an awesome kisser and let me know that she was interested in a little more when she started stroking my rock hard cock.

I took her in my bedroom and laid her down. We stripped off each others clothes and started to caress and kiss passionately. She pushed me on my back and gently lowered her hot shaved pussy on my face. I licked it until she came on my face. I was in heaven. Now the story turns. She slid down my body and offered her tits to my eager mouth. While I sucked her rock hard nipples she was stroking my cock and balls and rubbing the head of my cock between her ass cheeks. Suddenly I heard a strange noise and smelled something odd.

Well she reached behind herself and came back with a handful of shit! She started smearing it all over my chest. I almost fucking puked! I threw her off of me and ran and jumped into the shower. She followed me and offered to get in the shower with me and let me fuck her “hard” in the ass. Now I know that there are some guys that would consider this a dream, but I was repulsed and mortified and believe me, I’m no prude. It was just really repulsive and sad because she really was a beautiful young girl. I just wonder what happened to her?

Well I had been walking around the old city alone, not being much of a drinker myself, and was getting ready to head back to my dorm. I was walking past an alley and saw a man whose back was to me, who was moving in a weird way. Once I looked closer, it looked like he was making out with a woman against the back wall of the alley, although I couldn’t see much of her. I don’t know what posessed me, but I walked slowly and quietly into the alley. It soon became clear that he wasn’t making out with a woman as much as *fucking* a woman, standing up, in an alley! It also became clear that the 2 of them were drunk out of their minds and didn’t know the world existed, let alone notice me.

I was so turned on by the idea of watching people fucking that I abandoned all sense and walked right up to them, but they still didn’t notice me. I could hear him grunting as he was pumping into her. Then, I don’t know what posessed me, but I reached my hand in the direction of her pussy to feel it. What I instead felt was his cock pumping in and out. I guess it was because I couldn’t see what I was doing, and I was not in my right mind, and it all hapenned fast, but somehow my finger ended up *in* her pussy, while his cock was still pumping! I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was many years ago. It was my right index finger, his cock was rubbing the back of it, and the front if it was touching her pussy wall, which felt extremely wet.At this point I regained my senses and felt some normal fear finally. I pulled my finger out and ran away. I glanced over my shoulder and saw he was still fucking her exactly the same (I guess the alcohol was slowing down his cuming) as if they hadn’t noticed my finger invasion at all.

Once I got a chance to think about it, I came up with the theory that even if they felt my finger, each one probably assumed that the other one was putting their finger in there. Once I ran for a few minutes and could see they weren’t running after me, I looked at my finger under a street light, and the front was covered with something that looked like semen, but a little more on the clear side. I’m not sure if it was just her secretions or if there was some male cum too. Definitely one of the hottest things I’ve done.

My last real confession, that is – locked in a dingy upright coffin, talking into a screen and trying to remember the words to the Act of Contrition.
Actually, it’s been about an hour and a half since my last confession.

I started on postsecret. It’s an organization (or maybe just some guy) to which people send homemade postcards illustrating their secrets and fears. Among today’s posts are “I can’t decide if I like being married or not” and “I know it’s not possible, but I would like to have a vagina, and a penis.”

But there’s no depth to the postsecret stories. You get a catchy little tidbit of someone’s deepest darkest, but…the more I read the more I wanted. Postsecret is the in for most of us, then you hear about other online confessionals: grouphug.us, dailyconfession.com, sosecret.com, rawconfessions, confessionsjunkie, e-admit, Keyfess – the list goes on. Coming from a Catholic education, tho, my fav has always been notproud. It separates the vices into seven categories. Lol, what else? The seven deadly sins.

“I assume a paternalistic attitude with my girlfriend whenever she steps her toe slightly out of line, and spank her until she cries. I tell her it’s for her own good, but I really do it because it turns me on.” Sec Today’s lust. Aren’t people disgusting?

I know it’s sort of sadistic and weird, this obsession with other people’s cruel idiosyncrasies. It also becomes a kind of self-aggrandizing ritual. You think, ‘Ok, I may have been a heinous bitch to my best friend today but check out this bastard who beats his gf to get off.’ You spend a few weeks observing but then one day at work the perfect one-liner confession pops into your head. After that, you’re just a few doubleclicks away from being glued to the monitor every time your boss takes a piss. Crazy, I know, but look who I’m talking to…you’re reading my LJ and unless you’re my sister Meredith or my bf Tom, you’re most def an established blogspotter.

My first online confession: “I use my roommate’s toothbrush after she leaves in the morning.” Since then, I’ve gone on to admit petty theft, sexual fantasies, felonies, even how I bought most of my undergrad thesis online – always anonymous, mixed in with hundreds of other daily divulgences…tho maybe I should call them indulgences.

I read the following postsecret this afternoon –

“Two months after cheating on me, my boyfriend got an e-mail from the girl he slept with – she wrote to tell him she was pregnant. I erased the e-mail and he has NO idea.”

and I thought, ‘is this a confession at all?’

Fessing up to something online is like admitting it to the trees in your backyard, only with a few thousand megabites of decadence thrown into the mix.

Confession has always been a selfish thing. Most of the time people confess to unburden themselves and in the process burden the wronged with their wrongdoing. But the point is that you’re overcome with guilt, so you put it out there and deal with whatever consequences ensue.

But what happens when there are no consequences?

I mean, drop me a line if you think I’m wrong, but I want to say that confession has typically been one of two things: you either confessed to God’s earthly proxy and received penitence in form of prayer, or you just came out and told the person you’d screwed over and braced for the impact of whatever emotional ramifications came along with the admission.

When you have neither the social/emo shit flying back at you, nor the threat of spontaneous divine retribution, what becomes of the act of confession?

Notproud’s gluttony of the day is “Pot is more important to me than my boyfriend.” Where’s the self-reproach in that? Half the confessions are written in an unmistakably boastful tone – that’s the fun of it. That’s how I got hooked. Notproud cyber-salutes sin.

Confession comes like everything for our generation, wrapped in greasy waxed paper with fries on the side. No waiting. No relevant worldly acknowledgement. No emotional consequences. No absolution.

The confessional blog is an orgy, hundreds of people linked into one big gluttonous, masturbatory celebration of their transgressions.

My last online confession: I have blogged with my friends’ secrets. I fucked around on my last boyfriend and told thousands of strangers, but not him. I have sinned and gone unpunished. I’m getting ready to post these confessions now.

After we broke up, I told her to come over one night and to wear a short skirt. I had her stick her finger up her ass and walk around outside on the street, with her skirt hiked up in back. Then I made her walk around with my dick up her ass. She walked funny that way, on her tippy toes with her ass stuck out. She came then too.

She is a nice Jewish girl with a little waist and amazing ta-tas.