<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833</id><updated>2011-09-20T10:53:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Website Confessionals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-4010788305255918752</id><published>2008-11-05T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:25:13.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we are all the same, just going about things in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-4010788305255918752?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/4010788305255918752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=4010788305255918752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/4010788305255918752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/4010788305255918752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/same.html' title='The Same'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7629452520669957342</id><published>2008-11-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:24:37.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. This is by no means is any small admonition. Because this is true, everything is implicated! My fear is that so many have no idea who he was and is today. Because he stood in our place taking the penalty for the world's sins, we now have assurance that anyone who believes on Jesus will be saved! It cost us nothing, and him everything and by believing on the Lord Jesus we gain everything!  Romans 10:9 says ""that if you confess with your mouth, 'Jesus is Lord' and believe in your hearts that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved."" In the gospel Jesus commands a man not to be afraid, but just to believe. There is not one person who if they turned to Jesus, would not be forgiven!This present age is passing away and our lives are fast and fleeting, but Jesus Christ stands eternal and the Lord is powerful and 'Mighty to save!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7629452520669957342?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7629452520669957342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7629452520669957342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7629452520669957342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7629452520669957342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-9216094362774053577</id><published>2008-11-01T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:04:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband's Lasagna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate my husband's lasagna which he calls his famous recipe.  This is a secret I keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-9216094362774053577?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/9216094362774053577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=9216094362774053577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/9216094362774053577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/9216094362774053577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/husbands-lasagna.html' title='Husband&apos;s Lasagna'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-292507327541945643</id><published>2008-11-01T08:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:03:48.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trashy Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love tacky trashy girls. The trashier the girl, the better. Don't know, if she's a train wreck, I love her even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-292507327541945643?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/292507327541945643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=292507327541945643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/292507327541945643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/292507327541945643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/trashy-girls.html' title='Trashy Girls'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5327653583591637173</id><published>2008-11-01T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:03:15.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i care more about Pam and Jim's relationship from ""The Office"" than my own happiness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5327653583591637173?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5327653583591637173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5327653583591637173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5327653583591637173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5327653583591637173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-3988177804442793882</id><published>2008-11-01T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:02:48.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Restaurants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there is a hawaiian restaurant war raging in seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-3988177804442793882?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/3988177804442793882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=3988177804442793882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/3988177804442793882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/3988177804442793882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/raging-restaurants.html' title='Raging Restaurants'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-8689109747170640195</id><published>2008-11-01T08:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:02:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Scene and Grocery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there's a guy in the vegetable dept of a major  specialty grocery store who is extorting $ from emerging artists to get them to grovel to him for Art Scene Favors/shows promo etc. he is has been published.  he has many flings with area drag queens, pre-op transsexuals.  he's married, no kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-8689109747170640195?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/8689109747170640195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=8689109747170640195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8689109747170640195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8689109747170640195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-scene-and-grocery.html' title='Art Scene and Grocery'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5894680492128018200</id><published>2008-11-01T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:01:29.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As soon as I met her, I knew that I would marry her...  But I'm waiting another year to pop the question...  Just in case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5894680492128018200?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5894680492128018200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5894680492128018200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5894680492128018200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5894680492128018200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-6029996274300304849</id><published>2008-11-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:01:03.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hate my mom, but love the gifts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-6029996274300304849?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/6029996274300304849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=6029996274300304849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6029996274300304849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6029996274300304849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7426507772226691423</id><published>2008-11-01T07:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:00:20.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulimic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one will listen,I am bulimic. I tried telling my best friend and she just laughed and said I was disgusting. what can I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7426507772226691423?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7426507772226691423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7426507772226691423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7426507772226691423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7426507772226691423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/bulimic.html' title='Bulimic'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5855954176232441950</id><published>2008-11-01T07:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:59:51.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Your Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate your boyfriend and I don't want to move in with him mom. F*** YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5855954176232441950?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5855954176232441950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5855954176232441950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5855954176232441950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5855954176232441950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-your-boyfriend.html' title='I Hate Your Boyfriend'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-8449881696735094731</id><published>2008-11-01T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:59:16.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am 23 and I didn't love my mom until 3 years ago...sad, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-8449881696735094731?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/8449881696735094731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=8449881696735094731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8449881696735094731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8449881696735094731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/11/loving-mom.html' title='Loving Mom'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-2684804470234904205</id><published>2008-10-20T22:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:01:09.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Help Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one will listen,what would you do if a crazy predator is out there? i know where he lives(not in WA) and who he is and what he did to me and who know how many others (in this world)! i am lucky to be alive....a survivor of a brutal and horrific assault. washington state's health and social systems programs have not helped me...in any way...not programs or medical help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-2684804470234904205?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/2684804470234904205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=2684804470234904205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2684804470234904205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2684804470234904205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-help-now.html' title='Get Help Now'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-85957904978306553</id><published>2008-10-20T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:00:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Husband &amp; the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just found out after  10 yrs and 3 kids that my husband is gay.He dosen't know that I know. I don't think I can go on living a lie, but I don't want to break up my family.I wonder if it's better to live a lie or actually face the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-85957904978306553?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/85957904978306553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=85957904978306553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/85957904978306553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/85957904978306553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/gay-husband-truth.html' title='Gay Husband &amp; the Truth'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-1868801590173824086</id><published>2008-10-20T21:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:00:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so in highschool, i begged and pleaded for a guitar for christmas.  well, i got a beautiful ibanez acoustic guitar that i immediately fell in love with.  my friend, shauna, got a guitar for christmas as well.  both of our parents bought us a couple months worth of guitar lessons, so every friday they would give us 30 bucks to go get a lesson.  well, we didn't realize how difficult it was to learn the guitar and after a while we just kind of gave up on it.  so, instead of telling our parents we were done, we continued to collect the 30 dollars every friday, buy a sack of reefer and drive around for hours getting stoned.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-1868801590173824086?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/1868801590173824086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=1868801590173824086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1868801590173824086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1868801590173824086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5407169639075076280</id><published>2008-10-20T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:59:33.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm pregnant and only 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5407169639075076280?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5407169639075076280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5407169639075076280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5407169639075076280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5407169639075076280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-2842746952899625129</id><published>2008-10-20T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:59:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You were such a horrible partner in bed, it was amazing that someone with 26 years of knowledge could be that bad. In my anger, I waited until you left that week and went over to your sister's house for retribution. By the way, she's better than you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-2842746952899625129?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/2842746952899625129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=2842746952899625129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2842746952899625129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2842746952899625129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5810924518825709151</id><published>2008-10-20T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:58:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Charge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My cats are really in charge around here.  I am their lowly servant maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5810924518825709151?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5810924518825709151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5810924518825709151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5810924518825709151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5810924518825709151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-charge.html' title='In Charge'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-8118074768802798449</id><published>2008-10-20T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:57:52.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like to smell my own farts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-8118074768802798449?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/8118074768802798449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=8118074768802798449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8118074768802798449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8118074768802798449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/wind.html' title='Wind....'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-2815523966133420995</id><published>2008-10-20T21:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:57:28.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I signed divorce papers and still love him.  But, then again, I could still see myself without him.  I could see us together again at some point if he gets his life put together.  I have a lot going on right now, a lot of good things and some bad.  Someone stole my purse at work yesterday.  I have a few really good friends who are there for me when I need it.  And yet, I am incredibly lonely sometimes.  Where is a good place to meet people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-2815523966133420995?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/2815523966133420995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=2815523966133420995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2815523966133420995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2815523966133420995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-late.html' title='Too Late?'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-4570925404148001827</id><published>2008-10-20T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:56:44.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm secretly in love with my my ex-boss.  I haven't seen him in a couple years because we both moved from the city in which we met.  It just so happens that a couple months ago he moved to the same exact area I live, in fact his place is a block from my work! He moved in with his girlfriend :(  I believe it's fate, but i just don't have the balls to ever tell him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-4570925404148001827?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/4570925404148001827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=4570925404148001827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/4570925404148001827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/4570925404148001827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-love.html' title='Secret Love'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-1484563262511545482</id><published>2008-10-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:56:13.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-1484563262511545482?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/1484563262511545482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=1484563262511545482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1484563262511545482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1484563262511545482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/hating-rain.html' title='Hating Rain'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7821255576543957916</id><published>2008-10-16T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:19:31.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I once cheated on my ex fiance with another man at a friends house.  She was letting my lover stay there with her.  She got a guilty conscious and ended up telling my fiance the truth.  My fiance never really liked this friend of mine, and when i told him that she was crazy and just wanted to have sex with him he believed me and told her off in the most horrible way.  Then our entire group of friends excommunicated her as being a liar and a nut.  This was years ago and i didn't even end up marrying the dude, but it still weighs on my conscious that she did the right thing and told the truth about something horrible i did, and yet she got punished. I wish her well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7821255576543957916?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7821255576543957916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7821255576543957916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7821255576543957916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7821255576543957916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-6690939600260524126</id><published>2008-10-15T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:57:31.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to be loved and taken care of.  I tell the world I am happy on my own, that I can do it by myself...but I am tired and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-6690939600260524126?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/6690939600260524126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=6690939600260524126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6690939600260524126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6690939600260524126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-and-lonely_15.html' title='Tired and Lonely'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-601201523057432554</id><published>2008-10-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:55:17.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I snoop through my teenage daughter's myspace account numerous times a day (she does know I have access to it, have her password and look at it-part of the deal with her having one).  I've discovered that I'm raising a totally innocent, sweet daughter.  I really need to trust her completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-601201523057432554?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/601201523057432554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=601201523057432554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/601201523057432554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/601201523057432554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7769284751080065083</id><published>2008-10-14T07:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:58:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel crazy.  This feeling has become an almost physical presence that maddeningly stays just out of my peripheral and will crash down on me in undistracted moments.  Torrents of games and TV shows assist me in maintaining a certain level of distraction, but they bore me after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then the madness hits, I withdrawn from the world and attempt to jam as much knowledge into my mind to feed the OCD-like urges until I drop from exhaustion and return to the distractions.  It is exceedingly unfair to fight a battle with your subconscious.  It knows everything I am planning and is much smarter too.  I’ve resigned myself to losing and now am just trying to find some kind of compromise so I won’t eventually end up living on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7769284751080065083?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7769284751080065083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7769284751080065083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7769284751080065083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7769284751080065083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='I Feel Crazy'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-4916123703336064669</id><published>2008-10-14T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:55:47.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Value in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The value of my house DROPPED about 7% from last year.  King County, Washington government raised the assessed value over 8% in THIS economy.  That's taxation robbery by the very people who are supposed to be protecting me from this sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-4916123703336064669?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/4916123703336064669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=4916123703336064669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/4916123703336064669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/4916123703336064669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/value-in-america.html' title='Value in America'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5882528247031551230</id><published>2008-10-13T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:35:19.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lied</title><content type='html'>I lied about my education.  I didn't even finish my second year of college.  My resume is a hoax.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5882528247031551230?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5882528247031551230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5882528247031551230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5882528247031551230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5882528247031551230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lied.html' title='I Lied'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7252045331284567739</id><published>2008-10-13T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:34:04.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Another Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to live in another country, like Canada or France - (Montreal?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7252045331284567739?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7252045331284567739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7252045331284567739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7252045331284567739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7252045331284567739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-in-another-country.html' title='Living in Another Country'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7762175650612710907</id><published>2008-10-13T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:33:30.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I drink a bottle of wine every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7762175650612710907?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7762175650612710907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7762175650612710907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7762175650612710907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7762175650612710907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/wine.html' title='Wine'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7921683660287967572</id><published>2008-10-13T20:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:33:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm secretly attracted to a married co-worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7921683660287967572?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7921683660287967572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7921683660287967572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7921683660287967572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7921683660287967572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/attraction.html' title='Attraction'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5749361065059868803</id><published>2008-10-13T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:32:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate My Co-Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate my Nazi co-worker and secretly wish she'd crash her motorcycle, and break her jaw, so she couldn't talk anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5749361065059868803?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5749361065059868803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5749361065059868803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5749361065059868803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5749361065059868803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/hate-my-co-worker.html' title='Hate My Co-Worker'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-7349650034565188348</id><published>2008-10-13T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:31:56.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took ecstacy at my neighbor's birthday party and left when I felt too high.  As soon as I got home, I lost control of my bladder and without any warning, pissed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-7349650034565188348?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/7349650034565188348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=7349650034565188348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7349650034565188348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/7349650034565188348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/ecstacy.html' title='Too High'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-24298290752019728</id><published>2008-10-13T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:30:54.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never In Love Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know who to tell,I am afraid that I have ruined my chances to ever be 'In Love' again.  I fear that I will die lonely due to my own obstinance and stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-24298290752019728?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/24298290752019728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=24298290752019728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/24298290752019728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/24298290752019728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-in-love-again.html' title='Never In Love Again'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-3206968363770809016</id><published>2008-10-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:30:17.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ended a sentence with a preposition last week. The voices wouldn't stop, so I asked "...where are pickles at?" Pounding pounding incessant voices still telling me what to do. I don't listen, but they tell me things. Aisle seven! Between the olives and the mayonnaise. The people around me -- they know. I can tell that they know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-3206968363770809016?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/3206968363770809016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=3206968363770809016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/3206968363770809016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/3206968363770809016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/pickles.html' title='Pickles'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-1050230362068195524</id><published>2008-10-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:29:16.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I've become is not who I truly am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-1050230362068195524?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/1050230362068195524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=1050230362068195524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1050230362068195524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1050230362068195524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-who-i-am.html' title='Not Who I Am'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-6286433849700414552</id><published>2008-10-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:40:43.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Dreams for me are always dark and scary.  I have had dreams about my family being in danger, about making decisions only to regret them, about being homeless.  Can someone tell me why I have these dreams?  If you met me you would think I'm a sunny person.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-6286433849700414552?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/6286433849700414552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=6286433849700414552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6286433849700414552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6286433849700414552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-6252450112109625052</id><published>2008-10-13T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:37:44.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is also my birthday and I am in denial about how old I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-6252450112109625052?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/6252450112109625052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=6252450112109625052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6252450112109625052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/6252450112109625052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-9109615639876961514</id><published>2008-10-13T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:37:01.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My life...summed up by the words of Peter Gabriel- "In this moment, I need to be needed With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted 'Cause I love to be loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-9109615639876961514?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/9109615639876961514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=9109615639876961514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/9109615639876961514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/9109615639876961514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-2229300287707718061</id><published>2008-10-12T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:24:04.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Birthday</title><content type='html'>But no body knows...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-2229300287707718061?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/2229300287707718061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=2229300287707718061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2229300287707718061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2229300287707718061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my Birthday'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-2445881205123275126</id><published>2008-10-12T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:25:57.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who to Choose</title><content type='html'>How can I love someone so much but still be looking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-2445881205123275126?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/2445881205123275126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=2445881205123275126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2445881205123275126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2445881205123275126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls.html' title='Who to Choose'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-8476515813458807001</id><published>2008-10-12T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:22:54.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back at Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I look in the mirror only to see someone else looking back.  Wondering why the idea of 'heinous' seems better in a newspaper yet realize that I'm the one they're talking about. Have you ever done something so horrible, that the entire ordeal has somehow been misplaced in your mind like it never occurred and then moving on only to have acute glimpses of the real? It's not like it was my life's goal, it wasn't like ""Fuck, I really want to........"" then one day it happens and the heat and certainty of everything around you is gone.Completely blank.  Reminds me of that manilla paper they use to give you in grade school. Interesting to sit here and write this, knowing that the profile fits, but no one sees it. Ignorance is fucking bliss, and I put my shoes on another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-8476515813458807001?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/8476515813458807001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=8476515813458807001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8476515813458807001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/8476515813458807001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-back-at-myself.html' title='Looking Back at Myself'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-5481806576604662510</id><published>2008-10-12T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:22:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Brie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just ate a whole slice of brie...It was so delicious that I don't even instantly regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-5481806576604662510?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/5481806576604662510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=5481806576604662510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5481806576604662510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/5481806576604662510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-brie.html' title='Eating Brie'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-603567342077696822</id><published>2008-10-10T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:08:13.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Strange?</title><content type='html'>So, everytime I'm by myself I'm worried I talk out loud.  I think people stare at me but I'm not sure why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-603567342077696822?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/603567342077696822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=603567342077696822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/603567342077696822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/603567342077696822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-strange.html' title='Am I Strange?'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-2473283232875997752</id><published>2008-10-06T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:21:55.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Bad Person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I think that every bad thing that happens to me is because I'm really just a bad person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-2473283232875997752?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/2473283232875997752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=2473283232875997752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2473283232875997752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/2473283232875997752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-bad-person.html' title='Am I a Bad Person?'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-1925759599538806629</id><published>2008-10-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:26:01.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessional Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEaXsSqQJk4/SOOkdxiXwMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yq2RIV8CQsE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEaXsSqQJk4/SOOkdxiXwMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yq2RIV8CQsE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252222421864792258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?key=pyoiyLmyyWYyVNX1aLZl_Rg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the confessional form &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878335535265051833-1925759599538806629?l=webconfess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/feeds/1925759599538806629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1878335535265051833&amp;postID=1925759599538806629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1925759599538806629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878335535265051833/posts/default/1925759599538806629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webconfess.blogspot.com/2008/10/confessional-form.html' title='Confessional Form'/><author><name>LoraSwift</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvzdXxFeqms/TbcGfcJ53VI/AAAAAAAABRg/4JBpCF3A9hs/s220/Cup%2BGraphic07%2BCropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEaXsSqQJk4/SOOkdxiXwMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yq2RIV8CQsE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878335535265051833.post-3490413663716987000</id><published>2008-10-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:48:31.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Your Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEaXsSqQJk4/SOOjZp0QAtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZsvB9NuFBJs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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Something that has been weighing on you for years?  Now is the time to release your demons during our October month-long website confessional.  ALL CONFESSIONS ARE ANONYMOUS and will be kept a secret FOREVER.    Your confession can be just a one-liner or an entire chapter in your life.  Sometimes you just need to write it down and release the secret.  If you want others to read your confession check the 'YES' box in the confessional form, if not then your secret will be safe forever.    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