True Confessions

I watched the last episode of Rock of Love with Bret Michaels.

I can't change a tire. Or jump start a car.

I prefer brunettes.

I actually believed the Bruins would beat the Canadiens tonight.

My Sundays are embarrassingly routine and I like them that way.

I'm starting to appreciate women closer to my age. Really? Yeah.

I've never watched an entire episode of American Idol or Survivor, and I'm proud of it.

There's a big-ass pile of unfolded laundry sitting in my lounge chair that's been there for two days.

I know something you don't know.

I'm more torn on the death penalty than I am on abortion.

I voted for Obama in the primary.

On a bad day, I think about packing a suitcase and relocating to Arizona. Or New Mexico.

I'm afraid of snakes, the dentist, lightning, dying young, bedbugs, and mean-looking clowns.

No, I don't like how that feels.

I find it impossible to meditate.

The first time I do anything, I suck at it royally. But I'm a quick study.

Three really is the magic number. Can two of you help me get there?

I believe UFOs exist.





What? If you want the good shit, you're going to have to come a lot closer.