Secrets Monday

[sharpestscalpel]

Fucking Monday goddamn shit-stained morning. Asshole.

That's damn well figurative language - mornings not having literal assholes.

I figure I seen it going around enough to post it my own fucking self today: Secrets Monday. When a bunch of motherfuckers too scared to put their names to things share their deepest and goddamn darkest.

Y'all know the rules. Comment anonymously and have the fuck at it. I'm feeling like a nosy bastard this morning, I tell you goddamn what.

In fact, y'all feel like putting a twist on it, give me your old secrets, your mean secrets, your shameful ones. Or, not. I don't fucking care.

Comments

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Not a secret, but now I'm trying to imagine what a morning's asshole might look like.

You always pose these philosophical conundrums, Doctor.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Part of my goddamn charm.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

I've wondered for a while now: is it because Monday is the start of the workweek, that we do secrets on this day instead of, say, Wednesday or Friday?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I reckon we're looking for a way to ease back in, to keep some of the fucking conversation going, to start off with a clear damn conscience. That clear that up for you, Tentpole?

[geekiwi.livejournal.com]

Once when I was four years old I stole a toffee bar from a convenience store. In my defense, they were right by the register and I thought they were free.

[geekiwi.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, that wasn't very anonymous, was it.

[(Anonymous)]

I suddenly seem to want all kinds of unsuitable men.

[(Anonymous)]

What makes them unsuitable? What makes them attractive?

[(Anonymous)]

I really liked kissing him. I hope my boss doesn't mind.

[(Anonymous)]

Why should he?

[(Anonymous)]

Regret is illogical and yet - I regret that I did not seek him out sooner, though events conspired against my very body, to ensure his knowledge of my friendship.

[(Anonymous)]

Is it too late?

[(Anonymous)]

I wish I knew whether he knew I was here: I told him I wouldn't push, but I hope he knows he can find me if he wants to.

[(Anonymous)]

What if he doesn't want to find you?

[(Anonymous)]

Dammit, I actually like him. Not LIKE like him. But it's pissing me off anyway.

[(Anonymous)]

Why?

[(Anonymous)]

I should be grateful for the help, but if it means I end up spending more time cleaning up someone else's mess, I'd rather just do it myself to begin with.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sad that we'll never be friends. Whenever I think too long on that fact, something about the universe seems to grind wrong.

And yes, it is too late.

[(Anonymous)]

It's never really too late.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm still sorry for it all. But I couldn't help it. I didn't want to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable. I'm working on it, I'm working really hard. I'm sorry.

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you. I forgive you.

[(Anonymous)]

I truly regret what I did.

[(Anonymous)]

Then you must make up for it.

[(Anonymous)]

I am exponentially too old for her. It would be perverse to want her.

[(Anonymous)]

How old is too old, out of curiosity?

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, I did it and you know what? I'm not sorry about it.

Might do it again one of these days.

[(Anonymous)]

Now that's the attitude I like to see.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so very worried about Starfleet hearing about what I've done and losing the whole kit I have going on here.

But then I remember that they really owe me one, and it makes him happy. I don't know what I'll do without him, especially if I lose this job. It was worth it.

[(Anonymous)]

This ain't really no secret, but it needs to be said:

God-DAMN it feels good to be a gangsta.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

That's fucking true.

[(Anonymous)]

I think I've actually been honest with him. I think I might actually mean the things I say.

I don't know what it all means, but the sex is fantastic.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, even after being assured that the other shoe has been beamed into the depths of space.

[(Anonymous)]

I am sick of these gilded cages. Let me run.

[(Anonymous)]

I can never keep things together. Eventually, everything falls the fuck apart.

I should stop trying.

[(Anonymous)]

I know how this feels...but I guess, unless you keep trying, what is there?

[(Anonymous)]

Actually, I rather like just posting into the void. Answers are nice, but the act itself is the reason.

[(Anonymous)]

What's a good way to surprise your boyfriend with a strap on?

[(Anonymous)]

Walk up behind him, slide it in, and yell, "Surprise!"

[(Anonymous)]

I wish he would just shut the hell up. Get out of our damn lives, and stay out. Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it.

[(Anonymous)]

What's worth dying for, anyways?

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

I think that is a question best asked of oneself. By which I don't mean to dissuade you from asking it aloud, just that it's bound to be different for everyone.