I am hugely, hugely bored.

There is nothing happening. I demand entertainment. Therefore, in an attempt to entertain myself me, I demand that you reveal unto me your embarassing personal secrets. Or other people’s, I don’t care. Just as long as they’re good. Be as anonymous as you like.

29 Comments

  1. Anonymous

    My dog once ate my dildo.

    This was bad enough.

    Calling to get the replacement from the same catalog I ordered the original from?

    Priceless.

  2. I am a 26 year old woman who has just recently purchased a pair of N’Sync albumns.

    I want to have sex with Justin Timberlake, despite the fact he’s an asshole.

    I liked Ase of Base.

  3. Yes. But help occurs.

    Then I see a video of his on MTV, and I can’t help it. I’m smitten.

    It’s payback for spending my teen years mooning about, and listening to Depeche Mode and NIN. Nirvana were too popular for me then.

    Now? I was thinking about getting the new Brittney Spears album. And the Madonna one.

    Something happened, and I’m not sure I like it.

  4. Suggested treatment:

    Listen to nothing but pop radio twenty-four hours a day for three months. Eventually you’ll realize that the songs you hear on any given day, while new and different, sound almost exactly like the ones they played five years ago.

    A quicker, but more expensive treatment: go to your favorite music store and stock up on rock albums recorded before 1980 but nevertheless recognizable by album or band name: Rolling Stones, John Lee Hooker, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Sex Pistols, Simon and Garfunkel, stuff like that. Spend a minimum of $100. Listen to them all, three times apiece, then identify your favorites. Relish the knowledge that ten years from now, people will still be buying and sharing the songs on these albums, while Justin Timberlake is pleading for guest spots on NBC sitcoms.

  5. Re: Suggested treatment:

    I have all those albumns. I’ve plenty of good music.

    And actually, I must confess, the fact I like Eminem/Timberlake smut, is if anything possibly worse than the Timberlake thing.

  6. -when I was a baby, I had a double hernia. The doctors had to check with tests to make sure I was a girl – hernias are *that* rare in girls.

    -I was a massive Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys fan.

    -I once started crying because I had no breasts, and my sister had (she was a minute younger than me, apparently I said”why couldn’t they had picked her out first? Out of my Mother’s womb during here Cesarean, that is.) I think I was 14. I was as flat as a pancake until 16, and my boobs didn’t reach the size they are now until 18/19.

  7. Although I have in public disdained She’s All That as utter disposable teenpop crap filmmaking, I have watched it in private despite its crappiness because I adore Rachel Leigh Cook.

  8. Justin is crap but Britney is cute.

    I have been tempted to buy the Avril Lavigne album and I once dreamed I was having sex with the two cute ones from Busted.

  9. My guilty secret

    Y’know, I came this close to actually revealing something embarrassing.

    Then I realised that you already know I’m an accountant, and let’s face it, anything after that’s going to be an anti-climax.

  10. Ahh, I misanalyzed

    You’re not tasteless, just addicted. That’s okay, then.

    There’s no shame in lusting after lustworthy celebrities, either. That’s what they’re there for.

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