Look, Sparklers, there are a few things we need to get off of our chests. And what are blogs for, if not baring your soul through embarrassing and unnecessary confessions of your deepest, darkest, most insignificant secrets? The World Wide Interwebs gave us PostSecret, and now we feel we need to give back. Just promise not to tell anyone, okay? Here goes:
We use Facebook to stalk our crushes.
We believe in ghosts.
We Blackberry in the bathroom (and by that we mean Twitter on the toilet—hey, so does John Mayer).
When our mom stopped doing our laundry, we started Febreezing instead of washing.
We watched Rock of Love... the second season... all of it.
We roll and flick.
We Google ourselves.
We clean our ears with Q-tips even though we know it's bad for you.
Sometimes we blame SBVs on other people.
We saved all the emails our ex sent us... just in case.
We listen to George Michael when we work out.
We think we have a nice butt.
One time we laughed so hard we really did pee in our pants.
We regift.
We think our friend's dad is hot.
We used SparkNotes instead of reading the book.
We really like reality TV.
We talk to ourselves when no one's around.
We don't order dessert but are glad when someone else does so we can eat off of their plate.
We have a semi-irrational fear of sharks.
We involuntarily shiver when we drive over or past roadkill.
I'm a PC.
We saw From Justin to Kelly. Not on a plane.
Have any dirty little secrets to share? Go ahead, Sparklers, let it out...
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