Confessions of the dangerous kind...
I've known since we tried on clothes together in the dressing room at Granny's Goodies that I would someday get tagged by Charlie. My confessions:
I confess...Love is my real middle name. The middle names of my three sisters are: Hope, Joy, and Gay.
I confess...I made out with Rikki Rockett from Poison when I was 16. It lasted for about two minutes, then he asked me how old I was. He dropped me like a statutory rape charge and we ended up playing Atari and eating Jolly Ranchers on the bus for two hours (he was 19 or 20 at the time).
I confess...I can’t sleep if my sheets don’t match. They have to be (fitted and top) from the same set.
I confess...I wait for no man.
I confess...My first Broadway play was "Best Little Whorehouse in Texas." My mother took me to see it when I was seven and bought the soundtrack for me. I still get choked up when I hear the original Broadway cast version of “Hard Candy Christmas.”
I confess...I don’t really ever want to get married, but sometimes I write letters to the future husband I haven’t met yet apologizing for being so hard to get along with.
And of course, Al's getting the tag because I haven't heard any confessions from my former bitchling since she was promoted to full-on bitch.