Getting it off your Chest!
Disappointingly for some (although I've yet to find them), this isn't a blog about my shirt.This is actually a blog about confessing, 'fessing up, spilling the beans, confiding, whatever you're inclined to call it really.
Today I found myself telling a friend about how I had peed myself at a piano lesson when I was about 8. I realised as I was telling him that I'd never told anyone this story before.
Now it seems I've just shared it with the entire CS community (or the tiny fraction of it that might read such a ridiculous blog) too.
So in the spirit of sharing, (not in a 12 steps to finding sobriety through Jesus kinda way) feel free to add your own embarrassing stories to this blog. The more painful / socially awkward the better!
If you can't do that, you have at least had the pleasure of chuckling at a mental image of a scrawny kid playing Schubert at about 3 times normal speed with a nice soggy patch developing in his corduroy shorts...
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I stuck my head in the microwave to get myself a tan. not sure if I dead now..
Now everyone on CS knows about your bathroom habits
Well if you're gonna place limitations on my 'fessions, then I'll not be fessing up to anything.