Saturday, December 17, 2005

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.


  1. Mindy, if you happen to run into him in LA, remind him of that underage girl he met in Charleston in the late 80s who broke his high score for Super Pong. Broken joystick, my ass...he got whipped a girl.

  2. pardon me...he got whipped by a girl.


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