The Confessions Thread

[Moustache_Bash]

A lot of the time, for mundane shit, I follow my dreams. Recent example: I bought Ableton Push, and it came in the mail, got home, it was too late to efff with it, so I went to bed. That night I dreamed that I sold some music gear, and bought all 150 first gen pokemon cards. Felt good. So I woke up, sent the Push back and went on ebay and bought a shit ton of pokemon cards. Here I am with all 151 pokemon cards and the trainer cards.

Then another example....I haven't smoked weed since I was 18, so a solid 4 years. Not that I'm anti drug, or anything. I'll still fuck around, just avoided weed since it's a main one for being tested for pre employment stuff and stays in your system for so long. I've been thinking recently that I'd smoke just for poos and giggles, but I had a dream today that I did smoke and just felt groggy/sleepy/lame (pretty accurate really). And now I don't think I will smoke any time soon again.

[tuffteef]

ive developed this weird love of like i guess.. techno?
theres some really like cool stuff and met one of the dudes involved in house of mince
never thought i would say its prety cool because alot of it is pretty much garbage

[PetZounds]

I told a guy I had a good relationship with god in order to get him to stop talking to me.

[Achtane]

[PetZounds]

He drew me this picture:

[foomanfat]

Classic sunday school. That guy knows his stuff.

[PetZounds]

His stick bridge brought my sinful stick body straight to God.

Related confession:
After he drew the cross, I was kinda hoping he would draw a stick Jesus on it.
I just thought it would be funny.

[Chankgeez]

I told a guy I had a good relationship with god in order to get him to stop talking to me.

One time I was riding on a city bus and a guy starting talking to me about God. I told him I didn't wanna talk about it, but he kept on talking anyway. It was starting to piss me off as I was a captive audience and had nowhere to go to escape his blabbering. Around this time there was an art student in town whose "art" consisted of spraying public buildings and such with a plastic condiment bottle filled with paint. I noticed he was sitting at the back of the bus spraying paint out of the open window. I got up from my seat, went over to him and asked if I could borrow his bottle of paint for a minute. He reluctantly consented. I rang the buzzer for the next stop. The God Guy was sitting in a seat right by the back door. As the doors opened I turned, sprayed him with paint, tossed the bottle back to the "artist", jumped out and took off running.

I had gotten off at a stop a couple stops before I usually do. I ran the few blocks to the club where I was working at the time and went in for a drink. A few minutes later who should walk in but God Guy covered in paint. I went up to the door girl and asked her why she let him in. She was like "Did you see him? He's covered in paint. He asked to use the bathroom." I was like "Yeah, that was me."

A few years later I was working in a video store and God Guy walked in. "Remember me?" he asked. I was like "Yeah, and you're still annoying."

[Ugly Nora]

What movie did he rent?

[PetZounds]

That's hilarious.
I really love the random paint guy.
What in the fuck was he even doing by spraying paint out the window?

[Chankgeez]

I don't remember. I think he just came in with friends who were renting a movie.

[Chankgeez]

Yeah, I don't know what Random Paint Guy's art really meant.

Maybe he was trying to be abstract or something?

I mean, there's no real amount of control in spraying things from 10 feet away with a ketchup bottle. It was just blotchy.

He only used pastel colors though. So, his blotches were immediately identifiable as his work. I guess he had that going for him.

[christianatl]

I hate, hate, hate Orange amps.

[tuffteef]

I told a guy I had a good relationship with god in order to get him to stop talking to me.

One time I was riding on a city bus and a guy starting talking to me about God. I told him I didn't wanna talk about it, but he kept on talking anyway. It was starting to piss me off as I was a captive audience and had nowhere to go to escape his blabbering. Around this time there was an art student in town whose "art" consisted of spraying public buildings and such with a plastic condiment bottle filled with paint. I noticed he was sitting at the back of the bus spraying paint out of the open window. I got up from my seat, went over to him and asked if I could borrow his bottle of paint for a minute. He reluctantly consented. I rang the buzzer for the next stop. The God Guy was sitting in a seat right by the back door. As the doors opened I turned, sprayed him with paint, tossed the bottle back to the "artist", jumped out and took off running.

I had gotten off at a stop a couple stops before I usually do. I ran the few blocks to the club where I was working at the time and went in for a drink. A few minutes later who should walk in but God Guy covered in paint. I went up to the door girl and asked her why she let him in. She was like "Did you see him? He's covered in paint. He asked to use the bathroom." I was like "Yeah, that was me."

A few years later I was working in a video store and God Guy walked in. "Remember me?" he asked. I was like "Yeah, and you're still annoying."

lmao youre still annoying

[neonblack]

My guitar player uses a multi fx and I fucking hate it. His distortion sounds so sterile and weak. So polite.