Some days I wish I was+ Catholic. You know, for the confessional. And the “grape juice”. *sigh*
*And now I'm going to get a bunch of hits from people looking up that term who instead find a post where I'd really like to get something off my chest but it ain't gonna happen. Or, maybe I don't actually want to get it off my chest. Maybe I like it on my chest. Hmm. Something to ponder.
+I know that's supposed to be “were” but I'm slangin' it up.
6 comments:
oh goodness! No conversion! We were born and raised in the craziness.. I think it damages the brain to join in later....
oooooh...confess! i've got my ear pressed against the monitor if you want to whisper. i can put on a habit if it makes you feel better :)
I like things on your chest.
Maman - I promise, I won't convert.
Molly - *whisper whisper whisper* So, what do you think I should do?
Avi - 1. You're a dirty old man. ; 2. You're a dirty old man. ; 3. I'm pretty sure you only mean that literally.
I like things on my chest too!!
And this weekend, with debauchery in full force, things will most def. be ON! ;)
Yes. Yes. Yes. I'd rather you were able to get things off your chest, figuratively.
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