Snackie's Confession Booth: March Madness!

It's baaaaaack!  Some of you know and love the Confession Booth posts whereas others of you are "new" to my blog since the last shindig.  Did you know that it's been a whole six months since we last got to publicly get rid of all those little secrets taking up all that rental space in our heads?  Phew, I don't know about you but it is time for a good cleansing for Snackie herself!  And...I hope all of you get a good load off of your shoulders as well.

You can see previous Confession Booths here, here and here!  As I do every time, I will now post a snippet that was included in the very first confession booth post so that you know how it all works. 

So I got to thinking.....we need a good old, soul cleansing confessional here in the PRB.  Of course, if you want to talk about crazy things that have major psychological depth, Post Secret always loves to hear from people.  But what about the small stuff? Life's aggravations, accomplishments, random thoughts, and various other things that we never admit to anyone?  

Well, that is where the "Snackie Confession Booth" comes into play!  You are welcome to come here and confess to something, no matter how big or small.  If you want to get real deep and do so anonymously, I won't out you.  If you want to be "yourself" and talk about random stuff that you would just LOVE to confess, dig it....and then do it! 

Everyone is welcome!  In fact, tell your friends to swing by and let a load off of their chests, if only for a moment.  You can confess to one thing, two things or many things and can come by as many times as you like! 

IMPORTANT ADDITION: If you want to comment anonymously, please use a fake email address such as me@me.com and you can use  www.snackiepoo.com  as your URL or it will revert to the one you have used here before!

Little do you know that I often post anonymous comments as well....sometimes I just need to get things out without worrying about prying eyes.  As usual, my confessions will be in comments and I'll agree with half the things you say either cause I am a joiner OR cause I totally "get" you.  Please know that every time one of you comments, I nod my head because I truly understand.

Now...get to confession before your soul can no longer be saved ;).

Voodoo Crayon Kisses,
Me

Comments

[Hilly]

SOME OF MINE...I'LL HAVE MORE!

1. Every time I make a confession here, someone makes a smart comment about how it's not a real confession. Here's a real confession...that irritates me to no end. This is my blog therefore harder for me to make confessions that no one will find.

2. I wish certain friends and family members did not know about this blog so that I could be more candid without things being thrown back in my face.

3. I own every Belinda Carlisle cd and song ever made...even the "extended remixes".

4. I found out today that someone in my blog realm doesn't like me because she thinks I am fake. Instead of emailing her to ask why and prove that I am a really nice person, I said "whatever" and let it go. Really, I actually don't care for once.

5. I'm worried that I don't care...haha.

6. I think someone in the PRB is the cutest thing ever and I'm not telling who. And no, it's not who you all assume it is ;).

7. I do wonder what happened to people that used to read my blog regularly and called themselves my friends...then they just disappeared and never came back.

[hellohahanarf]

i'm going to have to think about how much i want to really confess. don't worry, though, i''ll be back!

[Hilly]

hellohahanarf: Remember that you can do it anonymously too! Maybe once other people do it, it will be easier :). It gets pretty good in here sometimes!

[Karen Sugarpants]

I'll confess openly:

1) I'm with you on #4. I found out someone who I really did think was a friend is a backstabbing little whorebag. And I don't care either, though it stung at first.

2) I don't care how often I blog anymore. I blog when the mood strikes, like it did tonight and it makes no difference to me how many days it's been.

3) I'm about to move all my old posts from Troll baby to Sugarpants. Reason being, they are a part of who I am and how I've grown and I never should have let all of them disappear, but I needed to do that to heal. And I am healing quite well.

[Hilly]

Karen: I wish so badly that I had kept all of my old entries from every blog I've had. I think now that I too have gotten over a bunch of stuff, it would be nice to see the changes in my life.

[Dave2]

I confess that I toy with the idea of shutting my blog down every other week.

But you already know that. :-)

[Hilly]

Dave: The very first time you told me that, I was a little shocked. But you and I ride that same wave, so I am glad we understand each other and can talk about it!

[Winter]

I confess that I have been a lagger about finishing the revamp of my website, and about finishing the Bar website. I'm just a lazy bitch who would rather run around the net looking at cool blogs. I started the pages in good faith, but they just don't attract me right now. I'm such a sad sack.

[Iron Fist]

I confess that this insomnia thing is no fun anymore. I confess that I have a whole pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer with my name on it. And I confess that I'm going to email you tomorrow, I need your help/advice with something.

I confess I might be back to confess anonymously later...I'm too fried to think of anything juicy enough to confess to right now. Urr.

[xoxo]

I confess that I hate my job and my boss more than words can say. He's a pervert, a liar and completely unethical. I can't quit though because I can't find another job that pays me nearly enough money. So, I continue to play along and stuff my true feelings every day. It sucks to be stuck this way.

[Geeky Tai-Tai]

1. I confess that I've had LOTS of stomach troubles the past three weeks. The doctor told me to give up dairy, and I did, that is, until last night and that bag of Crunchy Cheetos that my husband bought was too tempting and I ended up eating a BUNCH of them. I am paying dearly for this infraction. 1) because my body revolted and decided that I should suffer from explosive diarrhea and 2) I ended up sharting and had to take a shower at 3 a.m.!

2. I had my eyebrows and eyeliner "tattooed" a few weeks ago. Now I don't have to spend 15 minutes drawing eyebrows and applying mascara before I go out. The eyeliner tattoos hurt like a sonofabitch!

3. I blog when the mood strikes and don't feel guilty about it either. I do feel guilt when I don't keep up reading my fav blogs.

[Anonymously Chickenshit]

Every morning when I wake up I am disappointed. My life is so painful that I wish I had the strength to stop it. But I am too chickenshit. Inside I am screaming to drown the pain but on the outside no one can see how much it hurts to live my life.

[RW]

Finally... I can get this off my chest without revealing who I am. I've needed something like this for years. ..

I've killed, boiled and eaten thirty seven people.

There. HAHAHA! And nobody knows who I am. HAHAHA!

[RW]

Wait... um...

[Nat]

Life is pretty freaking good right now. And I'm afraid I might jinx it.
Sorry lame. I can't think of anything right now.

[tori]

I confess that I ate an entire box of the chocolate peanut butter girl scout cookies yesterday. And then ate a huge bowl of the same kind of ice cream. And then when my husband asked where all the cookies went because he wanted some, I said that the kids and I ate them. The kids had NONE! (but I do have other girl scout cookies that they did eat some of).

[Miss Britt]

I'm worried that I'm overspending right now - but I just can't stand to think about it. So I don't.

[SJ]

I'll be back later with anonymous ones, but for now:

Your #2, #6 and #7 I could have written. And Karen's #2, followed by your #5.

Also, lately I'm into being non-interactive on the 'net. I hardly ever write, but read other blogs voraciously. And don't comment. And I don't know why.

Have you tried using the Wayback Machine to recapture your old blogs? I've been astounded at what I've found via the WM!

[Sleepless in Seattle]

I'm in love with my best friend and will never tell him.

[diane]

I don't really have a confession since my boyfriend confessed last night that he's caught me checking out other guys at the gym. :p
(I told him it is like having a Picasso in the house--sometimes it's just nice to look at something pretty!)

[Curiosity]

I must confess I've been living like a pig - my room is a junkyard and I've been so overwhelmed that I can't bring myself to do anything but eat and get a muffin-top when I wear my clothes. I just can't get myself up to clean my room or go for that jog I've been wanting to do for weeks now. I kept making up excuses.

[Old Wife Tail]

My husband crushes on one of my friends. At first it was cute, but not so much anymore. I wish he knew how much it hurts me that he thinks *she* is so appealing and funny, and that he's more interested in her blog than mine. I'm scared that he wishes I was more like her. I do too, but I'm just not. And I want him to love me the way I am.

And I wish I could tell her that's why I'm reluctant for us to go to her house.

[Hilly]

Winter: I swear that my whole life is about the lazy ass shit I never get done...so I hear ya.

Fist: I totally hate insomia and have had it off and on for years. I am here for you whenever you need me...email away at your leisure :).

XOXO: I am so sorry that you have to work in that situation every day. I confess that I have no similar ethic when it comes to shit like that...I'd have quit so you are a strong person, whoever you are!

Geeky: Uhhh, I confess that I did not know there was real dairy in Cheetos, haha! Seriously though, I've become lax about the blogging thing too and have total guilt when I can't read and comment.

Chickenshit: My heart breaks for you and I don't even know who you are but NO ONE should have to feel that way every day. I confess though that I feel that way a LOT of the time too.

RW: Well duh, you are a part of the Snackie Mafia ;).

Nat: That's not lame...it's real! I often get that way too when things are good...geez, I hate it too.

Tori: This one time, I ate all of the cookies and said I dropped them on the floor and had to throw them away.

Britt: Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt...wait, bought three t-shirts and some pants, and a new car and and....seriously though, I tend to "worry about it later" half of the time.

SJ: Ha, I had to go remember what I said! It seems like a lot of people are talking about how they've become less interactive...oh my! I'd love my WM but alas, eh.

Sleepless in Seattle: Oh honey, I know that feeling all to well. I am the poster girl for falling in love with a best friend...it's all very "Some Kind of Wonderful". You sure you never want to tell?

Diane: I confess that's the best reply to the wandering eye that I have heard in a long time :).

CK: I think that stuff is hard to get out of...the rut, I mean. Maybe a little at a time each day? I confess that I'd amp up on some kind of coffee/daytime cold pill combo and tweak it out ;).

Old Wife Tail: Cute anonymous name but it stinks that you feel this way. Have you talked to your husband about how you feel? Either way, there comes a time when you have to let go and have faith in not only your husband but your friend. Sorry if I overstepped my bounds :).

[Nanna]

Damn - I pretty much let it all hang out so I can't think of anything to confess. Well - one thing - but my daughter comes here so, uh, not anonymous if you know what I mean.

[Fig]

I confess to:

...eating my daughters candy and hiding the wrappers... hoping she forgets that she had it.

...not being sorry that my boyfriend's dad passed away in January. My life has only gotten better since the day he died. I didn't shed a tear for that man... only for my daughter, who will miss her grandpa.

There's more... I'll probably be stopping by many times today.

[ZippedLipped]

I confess to:

1) I'm terrified of everyone. I worry about how horrible I look/sound/am to them, and worry that I am an offensive prescence just because I exist. It's to the point that it's often hard to go out and interact with anyone, because I figure they're always wishing I hadn't bothered.

2) I'm sometimes resentful that I can't entertain the idea of suicide (infrequent though it would be), because it would be the worst form of child abuse to my children.

3)I'm not attracted to my husband, physically. I never have been by any great measure. I suspect he feels the same way about me.

[Lollie No Name]

There are people I should not be friends with anymore but don't have the heart to tell them.

I hate it when he comes home from work at night. I'd rather just be alone.

If I had the money, I'd move to England and leave everything and everyone behind.

[Kyra]

Ooo! I'm in on the chucking it all and moving to England... though I think I'd go for the scottish countryside instead. Not really a confession so much as a wish I guess. ;) I want a lovely cottage far off in the country with a tiny little "english rose garden" And tea time. I'd totally have tea time.

[Turnbaby]

I confess that as a very lapsed Catholic I love the idea of a confession post.*giggling*

I confess that there's something I want to confess more than anything in the world *wicked grin*

I confess that part of me is unbelievably happy while at the same time part of me is a little apprehensive. I'm confess that I'm really glad the happy always takes precedence.

[HiddenHuman]

I just found out exactly how much I weigh. I went to the store and bought Hershey Kisses and Springtime Oreos. When I finish feeling sorry for myself, I will cry and then change my life. Now, if only someone cared.

[Old Wife Tail]

I'll clarify by saying I trust both my husband and my friend completely, and am not worried about that. Anyways, he's not her type at all. My confession was just to let out my pain at how much more vocal he is in his admiration of her than he is about me. He hardly ever compliments me on anything except my cooking.

[Hilly]

Nanna: Yay, you came to my blog! I have thought that you are the coolest mom for the longest time so I am thrilled to see you here :).

Fig: The candy one made me snort...literally.

ZippedLip: I wonder how many women fear that their husbands are not physically attracted to them OR are not mutually attracted as well. I think it's a lot more than we realize.

Lollie: Hey! I'm doing friend maintenance today too!

Kyra: Sometimes wishes are confessions or is that the other way around? Hah.

Turnbaby: I confess that you now have me curious about that one thing you're not confessing ;).

Hiddenhuman: it amazes me that learning our true weight can trigger a total eating binge. I am not judging rather empathizing because I've done it too!

OWT: Cooking is a good thing!

[scaredy cat]

I confess that I would be the happiest girl in the world if my co-worker got fired.

I confess that I think my step children are very lazy and not all that bright.

I confess that although I love him with all my heart, I wish my husband were more virile.

I confess that I'm afraid I'll never have the time, money or opportunity to do what I really want or be who I really want.

I confess that I sneak cookies in the middle of the night. Who am I hiding from?

[sam]

1. After almost 2 years of blogging I STILL care entirely too much about what people think of me, how do I get more readers and my stupid stats. I believe it's a sickness.

2. I still really like Britney Spears. I have so many of her songs on my iPod.

3. No matter how much money hubs and I make we always seem to find something to fight about when it comes to spending. It seems to always come down to who makes more and therefore should be allowed to spend more. Supid if you ask me.

4. I blog at work far too much. It's the only time that I can get on the computer - which coincidently is another fight starter at home. LOL

[Winter]

I'm awake now. I can actually think. Which means I have more confessions. (This does feel good!)

1. I confess that I am really freaking tired of doing the lion's share of work in my dept.

2. I confess that I love one of my co-workers dearly but she's not pulling her weight, she's spaced out and forgetting lots of things, and she's spending a lot of time covering up (talking on the phone and with everyone who comes by) the fact that she's lost when it comes to work... and even though I love her to death, I'm starting to resent how much I have to do and how much I have to cover for her.

3. I confess that the love of my life will be gone until May 2009. I miss him a lot more than I admit to everyone. I haven't really cried over it yet either. I'd tell the whole story but I just posted the abbreviated version on hellohahanarf's blog.

4. I confess that as much as I love my daughter the PITA, I just want to kick her ass out because I can't get her to do ANYTHING! I can't even bribe her with Guitar Hero. It's freaking depressing the hell out me.

5. I confess that I hate going to horse racing sim chat when a certain player is there. He PMs me and tries to talk dirty to me, and I am soooo not into that whole cyber sex thing.

Whew. I feel better now.

[Karl]

I confess to eating stuff I shouldn't because of my diabetes. Chocolate bars, real jelly that isn't sugar free, cookies...I'm bad sometimes. I feel so cheated out of my beloved sweets that I just can't help it once in a while.

[sam]

1. Even though I click remember my personal info, blogs always seem to forget it. Should I take that as a sign?

P.S. I LOVE your design! Very cheery!

[Rachel]

I confess that I am starting to belive people when they tell me how beautiful I am.

I confess that I haven't been in a serious relationship for almost 10 years and I always blamed it on where I moved to. Now I know that it was because I didn't like myself or think that I was attractive so why would anyone else want me?

I confess that I get annoyed sometimes with my friends because they complain a lot. Why does everything have to be so dramatic?? Just enjoy the little stuff sometimes.

I confess that even with losing almost 70 pounds, I still feel really fat sometimes and hate the way that my skin looks like it is melting in some places.

I confess that my boobs look like tube socks when I don't have a bra on. They weren't that perky to begin with, but now....it is just gross to me.

[Shouldfeelmoreguilty]

Oh God where to start!!!

I slept with someone I just met on saturday and the condom broke. Now I need to go get tested and hopefully am not pregnant. I think I should feel more guilty but I don't. I feel guilty that I don't feel guilty.

I don't know if I can or should pursue something with this guy. I am not sure how to either. I am so out of practice with this stuff. I *was* married for so many years that I didn't have to deal with this dating/sex drama. I agonize over every word in an email. I don't think it is healthy.

[Bec]

I am actually quite scared about all the medical stuff going on in my life and even though I hope it's nothing huge I know the brave face is going to fall apart. I am really worried about being 30 and not being able to keep my temper when people do the 'still alone?' face.

[all fucked up with nowhere to go]

I'm miserable and I hate my life and most everyone in it. I'm always paranoid that everyone hates me and it drives me crazy. I know I shouldn't care but I care too much.

[The Bitch]

I really really hate when people try to pass themselves off as something they're not then blame me for everything wrong with their lives.

I have decided that I was wrong. They honestly and truly deserve each other in the most neo-con sort of way. It'll be just like Leave it to Beaver except with wellbutrin and passive aggression.

Kind of like this post.

[Hilly]

Scardey Cat: Those are some pretty honest confessions! Good for you and I hope you feel better having some of them off of your chest :).

Sam: Give it another six months...it took me 2 and a HALF years to stop caring :). And thanks for the lovely compliments on mah new look.

Winter: Yay for getting it out! I will have to go check out the love of your life story at hello's place...that seems like quite a long time to miss someone :(.

Karl: I confess that I already know that about you and want to fly to Florida and smack you a bit because of it!

Sam: Ohhh, yanno...somehow something is fucked up with this blog again and I purposely waited to fix it til after confession booth day...that way the anons have less chance of putting their real URLs in!

Rachel: I am sorry to laugh but we always say "socks with oranges" so I know what you mean..that is one of my bigger weight loss fears. I am so glad that you have been successful and are feeling beautiful though! And yes, I was JUST telling someone about the little complaining everywhere I go. Cause yanno, *I* never complain ;).

SFMG: That is hard. The only thing that helped me when I was dating was to genuinely try to not put too much stock in waiting for the guy or worrying about my words. It's a lot easier said than done AND I hope the condom breakage causes NO problems at all.

Bec: I'm kind of scared for you so please take care of you. You're just like Bridget Jones!

AFU: I'm pretty sure that someone really important to me actually hates me too. I know how hard that can be.

The Bitch: I know you are in pain and are angry but can I just say your second paragraph is the best thing I have seen all day...hell, week? Brilliant.

[jodi]

i turned 37 today and never thought i would still be unmarried and not a mother... and to think - i was engaged at 19 to my HS sweetheart and sometimes wonder where i'd be if i hadn't broken up with him...

[Lisa]

I confess that I hate almost everything about my life right now.

I confess that I'm scared I'm going to lose my job because we've laid off 6 people in a month.

I confess that one of my friends was one of the people laid off and I'm sad that she's gone, but also a little glad inside because sometimes she made it really hard to be in the office.

I confess that I'm really fucked up in my head about turning 40, which seems ridiculous but I can't seem to stop it.

I confess that I'm really pissed at my sister for stabbing me in the back with my Mom and doing it all passive-aggressive like while smiling in my face. Now my Mom is barely talking to me and it's really upsetting me.

I confess that I'm scared I don't have enough money saved in case we get laid off, and I can't stop spending money to save more. It's like I'm caught in this spending spiral of guilt and fear.

[Tired of Tennis Shoes]

I am afraid that I will never lose weight, and that I will just keep putting my life on hold and that I will keep working at my shitty job in a dead end field.

I am also afraid to go to the doctor because there might be something wrong with me. I don't want a doctor to tell me to lose weight, exercise and quit eating sugar, even though I know I need to.

[Slotharina]

I am sick of my own passivity. I whine and complain about everything wrong with myself and my life, all of which are within my power to change. Yet I never do ANYTHING about ANYTHING. I sit on my fat ass and grumble about what a wreck my house is, but never get up and clean it. I cry daily about my weight and the burden it's putting on my body, but won't stick with a weight-loss program. I have a definite talent, but am too lazy to use it to its full potential.

Why am I so driven and productive at work, but lack any motivation at all in my personal life?

(And here I am, whining again.)

[Lisa]

I am tired of feeling out of control with everything, from food to finances.

I really hate the way my company bends over backwards to kiss the ass of worthless idiots because they have letters after their name and thinks the people that really make things happen like techs and admins are disposable.

I have a lot of anger inside right now and I'm disappointed in myself for not being able to let it go.

[Winter]

I confess that after reading all of these confessions... that maybe my life doesn't suck as much as I thought it did.

[anonymouslyme]

Everyone in the blogosphere thinks I am so nice. They don't see the darkness in my heart. There are a lot of people in the blogosphere that I hate. No, I mean I really HATE them and all that they are. I know hate is a strong word, especially from someone who is supposedly so nice.