It's hard to think of confessions when you're not ashamed of anything.
Let's see what might be considered confessions....
I still own Fluffy, my stuffed bunny rabbit from when I was a baby.
When I was in grade school, I used to trick my parents into buying me John Norman novels and
Saga magazine.
I get choked up at the touching moments on
Three's Company.
In Junior High School, I used to forge my father's name on Special Reports and Release Forms (mostly to avoid talking to my father).
I'm an investor in Don Glut's latest erotic horror movie.
I used the street view feature in Google Earth to look at where my old girlfriend lives in San Antonio.
I've often been compared to older, tall and thin, Carl Sagan-y college professors.
I continue to eat mountains of barbecued potato chips even though they're bad for my cholesterol.
Okay, this one is genuinely embarrassing: I've put on a little weight over the past couple of years, so I've... I can hardly say this... I've started exercising.
