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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Confessions for no one

Apparently it's very important for me to list these 6 "confessions". Since Hoan is going to be coming to Japan soon, I feel like it would be in my best interests to stay on her good side. Unless, of course, she's nothing but goodness on all sides, in which case this would've been wasted time...
But I'm not taking my chances.

Confession 1: I have a massive desire to witness--so massive that I wonder how Jesus is going to keep me in a service home.
Confession 2: I fear I may be addicted to Tetris. And I'm not really joking. I'm not capable of sitting at a computer and watching a video or chatting with a friend without wanting to play tetris in a side window. I mean, if I'm watching with a bunch of other people, it's another story, but if i'm alone...I'll always get the urge.
Confession 3: When I just turned 16, my best friend and I got a series of e-mails from an anonymous person who opened an e-mail box for the purpose of writing really really hateful stuff about me. I, to this day, don't understand what I could've done to anyone to make them believe that I was such a disgusting person, but I still think about some of the things he said and wonder whether one day I'll find out that it was all true.
Confession 4: There are all sorts of strange things wrong with my body. One shoulder is about an inch lower than the other, my ankles connect to my feet on the inside instead of the middle (which makes my legs slant in unless I'm wearing sturdy shoes), my knees can lock backwards, and I have a retarded skin condition that is exacerbated by the use of water. Why am I such a Hellen Keller?
Confession 5: I am hugely handicapped at picking up any kind of musical instrument. Any kind of musical concept, really. Maybe it's the same problem I have with Math.
Confession 6: I've been in love with more people than I'll ever admit.


Anonymous Hoan said...

haaa, nice introduction...very classy!

You are now official, Cool. haha that part about being a helen keller is giving me a bad mental picture of what you look like right now, kind of a "STD of the brain"!!

Tx flo! That was fun, wasnt it?

3/19/2009 12:48 AM  
Blogger ditzydevil said...

Admit you're in love with me!!!!!

3/22/2009 12:14 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

Dammit, Ryan. Don't spill my secrets like that.

3/22/2009 4:27 PM  
Blogger Sunny McNair said...

I hear u my little one. I hear ya. Massively retarded am I as well. I love u. Don't ever forget it. Mcnairs fall in love easily. Good and bad I suppose. Elliot doesn't love me any more. It's over. I'm broken and reinventing myself again.

3/25/2009 10:46 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

Thanks for the. Honest. Comment. Of...sadness. Now you just gone and made me sad for you.
I miss you.

3/25/2009 10:48 PM  

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