I figure that by the time a person gets to be about a hundred, they must have a ton of secrets to spill.
So- in the spirit of turning one hundred today, I am letting you spill your guts ANONYMOUSLY.
Comment away, totally anonymously. I won't track you down, there are no tricks, and no one will know it is you.
Give it a go. You know you wanna-
xoxo,
J.Danger
18 comments:
see? This is me! Dearest Jessica. But you would never know it.... because I did it under Anonymous.
Your turn.
Ello - ello this is me... I will only say this once...It's ....oh well you will av to guess cos I've gone anonymous.
Great idea for a 100th post!
Next - your turn.
Sometimes I think life would be easier if there was just one set of grandparents so we wouldn't have to "share." That frustrates me. Thanks for letting me share.
So this post is like Post Secret? (I love that site).
I fart in the car all the time so I never want to carpool with anyone.
I've always been anti-fur. I don't think innocent animals should be killed, or skinned alive for the sole purpose of people being fashionable. I recently moved to a colder climate that what I'm use to and was given a fur lined jacket with fur cuffs and a collar, and it feels oh so good to be warm when it's below freezing out. I feel like such a hypocrite, but I L-O-V-E that jacket. Now PETA will be after me.
This probably isn't that much of a secret but I enjoy some of my children tv shows. So much that I've watched a couple when the kids aren't home!
Feels so good to get off my chest...Happy 100 JLD!!!
I have a crush on a co-worker. Nothing will ever happen because I'm married. Woo feels good to get that out. Happy 100th, here's to 100 more.
We didnt want to comment anonymous but in the spirit of things we will. We are super excited for you two and wish you the best with all new things. We loved your blog about the urban planning soooo true. anyways greetings from Paris..........I guess its not anonymous anymore, Oh well.
I've already gone through 3 bags of cadbury mini eggs. The fourth bag is open and the fifth is hidden. help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once upon a time, a long time ago in a land far, far away, there was . . . me. And, I was a princess and little wrinkles in my pillow-case kept me up all night. I kissed a frog and he remained a frog. But, I married him, anyway.
The End.
I am starving frustrated and sad today. Why did I do that?
I secretly hope that if I don't win on Sarah's sex toy drawing that you do. ;)
I've been waiting for 2 weeks for my (illegitimate) lover to decide whether he's going to schedule me a flight to see him or not. And now I'm not excited anymore, just frustrated. It upsets me that my feelings aren't as strong for him anymore.
I can't help but compare myself to other people and wish I was as successful as them.
I hate my husband most of the time.
I secretly really want to go see the Brittany Spears concert. But don't tell anyone!
Hey, this is a fun idea...
Um. I have little crushes on my mommy blogger friends. Like I get all excited when they comment and stuff.
Is that naughty, or what?
well congrats on ur 100th post!! how fun, right! my secret pill: lots of Cuban espresso and flan; in a really flamboyant way... *wink* *wink*.. maybe you'll figure out my blog! :)
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