Confessions.
I confess that I spent almost no time in my camp because when I looked around and saw all my friends, I thought, "I didn't come all the way to BRC just to be at a party in a closed tent with the same people I hang out with every weekend at home."
I confess to hanging out with new and fascinating people because they made me feel good.
I confess to letting my boyfriend dangle in the wind because I was busy figuring out if I wanted to be with him any more or not.
I confess to letting myself fall into a big fat crush that I should have avoided.
I confess that I worked a lot and didn't feel guilty when people said "We never see you!" because I was having fun on my own terms.
I confess that I tried to route around the exodus line to run to Gerlach for team supplies, and got incensed when the BLM wouldn't let me through the fence and sent us back to the line. I got over it, but it tested my resolve to not ever abuse my authority.
I confess to purposefully garnering 15 minutes of alone time with Liam O'Moonlai so I could flirt with him shamelessly and tell him what his music has meant in my life. I confess to being thrilled when it actually panned out.
I confess to being too stubborn to take a bag of fluids on Tuesday and consequently needing to sleep all day out of illness.
I confess to not going to Gigsville partially because I was busy and partially because I was afraid everyone thought I was a jerk after I was quoted out of context on the list last year.
I confess to being annoyed at my friend who said she'd help me, but didn't, but not really telling her that because I don't like to show when I'm upset.
I confess to not wanting to come home...to wanting to stay there and pretend forever.
I confess to hanging out with new and fascinating people because they made me feel good.
I confess to letting my boyfriend dangle in the wind because I was busy figuring out if I wanted to be with him any more or not.
I confess to letting myself fall into a big fat crush that I should have avoided.
I confess that I worked a lot and didn't feel guilty when people said "We never see you!" because I was having fun on my own terms.
I confess that I tried to route around the exodus line to run to Gerlach for team supplies, and got incensed when the BLM wouldn't let me through the fence and sent us back to the line. I got over it, but it tested my resolve to not ever abuse my authority.
I confess to purposefully garnering 15 minutes of alone time with Liam O'Moonlai so I could flirt with him shamelessly and tell him what his music has meant in my life. I confess to being thrilled when it actually panned out.
I confess to being too stubborn to take a bag of fluids on Tuesday and consequently needing to sleep all day out of illness.
I confess to not going to Gigsville partially because I was busy and partially because I was afraid everyone thought I was a jerk after I was quoted out of context on the list last year.
I confess to being annoyed at my friend who said she'd help me, but didn't, but not really telling her that because I don't like to show when I'm upset.
I confess to not wanting to come home...to wanting to stay there and pretend forever.
I confess that I am about to break my TMI-blathering promise.
The summer of 2001, I spent some time hanging out with a boy. I had a crush on him, a little crush, of the worshipful, not-quite-romantic variety. He was beautiful, in an elfin way, and was totally unaware of his beauty; he was also brilliant, and an astonishing, innovative artist. He was magical, a room-lighter-upper, and so wise, quick to cheerfully acknowledge his own faults and endearingly slow to admit to his many, many gifts. Not a single pretentious bone in his body. A restless, compulsive creator of beautiful and significant things. He was about to graduate, second in his class, from Art Center in Pasadena.
I very nearly talked him into attending Burning Man '01. He bugged out at the last minute, because he was supposed to go to Europe early that September, and couldn't wing both. And so it goes.
We corresponded for awhile, and eventually the correspondence ended, as email exchanges will. Tonight it dawned on me that I hadn't heard from him in awhile, and that he'd probably like to hear about all that's been going on back in the world.
His email didn't work. I Googled him, and found his obituary. His name was Justin Stedt. He was 27. On New Year's Day, 2002, he decided to take a walk from the Austrian Alps hotel where he and his best girl were staying. He was found a day later, in a ravine, his ankle shattered, frozen to death.
I am not sad for me. I pretty much counted on never seeing him again. I am sad for the world. This kid was the real deal. I am sad that he is not here anymore. I am sad that he never got to marry that girl and have kids and retire to a cheery compound in Mexico and be just as adored as he deserved to be. I am sad because he must have been frightened, dying, and because he must have been so, so sad too.
Of all the people who did not deserve to die hurting in a snowbank. My God. I'm sorry, guys. This martini tastes like snotty teary grief. I can barely see the road.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled thread.
The summer of 2001, I spent some time hanging out with a boy. I had a crush on him, a little crush, of the worshipful, not-quite-romantic variety. He was beautiful, in an elfin way, and was totally unaware of his beauty; he was also brilliant, and an astonishing, innovative artist. He was magical, a room-lighter-upper, and so wise, quick to cheerfully acknowledge his own faults and endearingly slow to admit to his many, many gifts. Not a single pretentious bone in his body. A restless, compulsive creator of beautiful and significant things. He was about to graduate, second in his class, from Art Center in Pasadena.
I very nearly talked him into attending Burning Man '01. He bugged out at the last minute, because he was supposed to go to Europe early that September, and couldn't wing both. And so it goes.
We corresponded for awhile, and eventually the correspondence ended, as email exchanges will. Tonight it dawned on me that I hadn't heard from him in awhile, and that he'd probably like to hear about all that's been going on back in the world.
His email didn't work. I Googled him, and found his obituary. His name was Justin Stedt. He was 27. On New Year's Day, 2002, he decided to take a walk from the Austrian Alps hotel where he and his best girl were staying. He was found a day later, in a ravine, his ankle shattered, frozen to death.
I am not sad for me. I pretty much counted on never seeing him again. I am sad for the world. This kid was the real deal. I am sad that he is not here anymore. I am sad that he never got to marry that girl and have kids and retire to a cheery compound in Mexico and be just as adored as he deserved to be. I am sad because he must have been frightened, dying, and because he must have been so, so sad too.
Of all the people who did not deserve to die hurting in a snowbank. My God. I'm sorry, guys. This martini tastes like snotty teary grief. I can barely see the road.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled thread.
Won't somebody please think of the children?!
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Kinetic
Words sometimes fail and responding to your post Clandyone is one of those times.
I don't think anyone's going to give you a hard time about breaking your TMI promise...BM is a community after all...a community of friends and if we can be there to listen or help that's what we do. We do it on the playa, and we do it here. So don't feel bad about it, your just drawing on that playa spirit to help you out a little. And we all learn a little bit more about the people we're talking to and what is shaping their world.
Beyond that I don't have anything to say that is good enough. Getting it out and telling others does help. I told a lot of people about Tallinn's story this year and it helped so much. So much. If you need anything or I could help as you pull through just ask.
I don't think anyone's going to give you a hard time about breaking your TMI promise...BM is a community after all...a community of friends and if we can be there to listen or help that's what we do. We do it on the playa, and we do it here. So don't feel bad about it, your just drawing on that playa spirit to help you out a little. And we all learn a little bit more about the people we're talking to and what is shaping their world.
Beyond that I don't have anything to say that is good enough. Getting it out and telling others does help. I told a lot of people about Tallinn's story this year and it helped so much. So much. If you need anything or I could help as you pull through just ask.
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I confess that I'm thinking about smacking my boss in the head.
I confess that I never stopped reading comics (started when I was
I confess that I sleep in Superman underoos.
I confess that 92% of my CD collection is angry chick music.
I confess that I have Poe's autograph tattooed across my arm.
I confess that I dress like a 10 year old boy.
I confess that I never stopped reading comics (started when I was
I confess that I sleep in Superman underoos.
I confess that 92% of my CD collection is angry chick music.
I confess that I have Poe's autograph tattooed across my arm.
I confess that I dress like a 10 year old boy.
"The future is a whore, she promises herself to everyone."
--Poe
--Poe
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OCD
i confess that i'm unable to word-process without using left and right margin justification.
a ragged margin leaves me paralyzed.
a ragged margin leaves me paralyzed.
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I confess to having a crush on Precipitate. And with comments like the last one, who wouldn't?
I also confess to holding off going to the doctor and when I go they diagnose me with Bronchitus. 2 days off work and a lot of money lost due to being hard headed about it.
I also confess that since I'm off work I'm going to look for a new job....I might take a $10,000 a year pay cut but having job stability is worth a lot too.
I also confess to being jealous of everyone that got to go to Alice's place for the little bash she is having. If it wasn't so expensive for last minute flights to SF that would be fun to check out.
And I confess to posting too much on here, but I love the e-playa and can't help it.
I also confess to holding off going to the doctor and when I go they diagnose me with Bronchitus. 2 days off work and a lot of money lost due to being hard headed about it.
I also confess that since I'm off work I'm going to look for a new job....I might take a $10,000 a year pay cut but having job stability is worth a lot too.
I also confess to being jealous of everyone that got to go to Alice's place for the little bash she is having. If it wasn't so expensive for last minute flights to SF that would be fun to check out.
And I confess to posting too much on here, but I love the e-playa and can't help it.
- Niacin
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I confess to wanting to marry JiH.JezebelinHell wrote:I confess that I'm thinking about smacking my boss in the head.
I confess that I never stopped reading comics (started when I was
I confess that I sleep in Superman underoos.
I confess that 92% of my CD collection is angry chick music.
I confess that I have Poe's autograph tattooed across my arm.
I confess that I dress like a 10 year old boy.
I further confess to actually looking for the ignore feature earlier today instead of doing the 'big' thing in putting up with the drivel.
I further confess to editing this. Twice now. There's three.
Max
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lebenskunstler - noun, German - someone for whom life is an art form.
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Oh yeah: forgot that one.
I confess to playing ignorant and lying Saturday when I told my roommate that I had no idea why the whipped cream canister in the fridge didn't have any propellant in it, and told her it probably went bad.
I confess to playing ignorant and lying Saturday when I told my roommate that I had no idea why the whipped cream canister in the fridge didn't have any propellant in it, and told her it probably went bad.
lebenskunstler - noun, German - someone for whom life is an art form.
I confess that at 4:15 local time I turned my phone off in a half concious stupor while some one was trying to contact me.
I also confess that I went into the store inventory system and changed the title of the book "Fishing for Dummies" to read "Fisting for Dummies"
I also confess that I went into the store inventory system and changed the title of the book "Fishing for Dummies" to read "Fisting for Dummies"
Please forget the words that I just blurted out
It wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt
It wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt
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I confess to bribing coworkers to pick up my shifts this weekend so I could go to a party.
I confess that Jimmy Neutron is in my top 20 favorite movies.
I confess that I once put a roommate's Get-up Kids CD in the microwave because I hated listening to it.
I confess to spending the last five years of my life talking primarily in movie quotes.
I confess that Jimmy Neutron is in my top 20 favorite movies.
I confess that I once put a roommate's Get-up Kids CD in the microwave because I hated listening to it.
I confess to spending the last five years of my life talking primarily in movie quotes.
"The future is a whore, she promises herself to everyone."
--Poe
--Poe
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I confess to making plans to drive up to Carson City at the end of the month dressed like a taco to see the World Beard Championships
I confess that I really don't like DJ Wolfie, and I find it hard to want to do any of the LA Decompression events when he's featured so prominently.
I confess that I really don't like DJ Wolfie, and I find it hard to want to do any of the LA Decompression events when he's featured so prominently.
"doin' it for the midgets"
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I confess that I don't even know who DJ Wolfie or the Mutaytor is.Kinetic wrote:I confess that I don't see all the hype over the Mutaytor either.Ivy wrote:I confess that I often feel that way about the Mutaytor.I confess that I really don't like DJ Wolfie, and I find it hard to want to do any of the LA Decompression events when he's featured so prominently.
[b]The other, other white meat.[/b]
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Something else to get off my chest.
I confess I stripped for the people of The Women's Temple, but obviously not in the Women's Temple and enjoyed every second of it. Boy did I find a submissive exhibitionist side of myself at BM.
Today i changed the launch date of one of my work projects from Jan 1st
to mid January. The reason i gave to upper management was to
complete more QA testing, but i confess that my team could probably
complete testing before that and the decision was really based on the risk
that a Jan. 1st launch date would interfere with my New Years camping
plans. I confess to feeling no guilt about this, since i think Jan 1st launch
dates are stupid and really suck for everyone involved.
to mid January. The reason i gave to upper management was to
complete more QA testing, but i confess that my team could probably
complete testing before that and the decision was really based on the risk
that a Jan. 1st launch date would interfere with my New Years camping
plans. I confess to feeling no guilt about this, since i think Jan 1st launch
dates are stupid and really suck for everyone involved.