Confessions….I Can’t Help But Look!

Posted by on Apr 4, 2010 in Happenings

her logo Confessions....I Cant Help But Look!Her Nashville has an online component, call it a guilty pleasure, called Confessions.  You can either enter the Confessions booth, or read Confessions.  The whole thing is such a lovely waste of time which makes the reading that much more fun.  The concept is just like Post Secret, a wildly successful blog.  Confessions doesn’t have the photo/artwork embedded with the secret – as Post Secret does – and the images there really are half the fun.  But, Confessions is local and it’s funny knowing a neighbor might be writing this stuff.  Many do bring a smile and some a giggle.  It’s just this: we all need to AMP it up.  I just know something fabulous will end up on here one day.  It can be a creative writing endeavor or the truth, just make me laugh AT LOUD.  Here are current examples, with my own editorial:  www.hernashville.com/confessions

The Good Son

Why are people so convinced their children are perfect?  Face it, you bred demon seeds. No one wants you to bring your kids because they are ill-mannered, uncivilized little trolls.

Liza: I think we know the same people.

Bye Bye Ben

I can’t listen to Ben Folds anymore because it reminds me of the ex who loved him that I am still pretending to be over.
Liza: Ben’s OK with this.  Trust me.  He is one who understands having an ex, or two, or three….

Friend or Foe

A lot of the time, I see my friends as burdens when they come to me with their problems.

Liza: I saw a license plate border once, in Dallas, on a red convertible Beamer, top down with a Texas bottle blond inside.  The plate border read “A friend in need is a pain in the ass.”  Did she move to Nashville?

I Will Have the Filet

I go on dates to get free dinners

Liza: That’s OK.  Men pay for dinner to get free sex.  (OK- not all men…..)

Lying Through My Teeth

For 10 years I have told the people in my life i graduate High School. I didn’t I got my GED and I have a college degree.

Liza: Those typos aren’t mine.

Peace

I’m over you. I have moved on, love and happiness is here. You are alone. Still. ALways. You are a train wreck. You need a tatoo on your forhead that reads DUMB AND WORTHLESS

Liza: Me thinks you mis-labeled your confession and again, the typos are not mine…

So, check in every now and then for a chuckle as this site is gaining momentum with better comments lately.  You also need to check out the new garden blog at Her Nashville online for tips on what to do in your Southern garden NOW!

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