Confession Bank

Back in 9th grade and earlier… I had always worn that key… David made a joke about when I found a girl I loved I would giver that key and it would be the key to my heart… the only problem is… I never told her, I didn’t tell her what the key meant… I…

now we are not together her and I… I got the key back… but it feels wrong to me… the key that hung around my neck for over 3 years (til’ the string broke) feels like… like its not mine anymore…

I am holding the key to my heart, but in my head and heart you still have it… its wrong of me to have it when I am still in love with you. you are the only person who ever deserved the key.

I’m going to restring it without the ugly orange lanyard… and I will give it back… I only hope that you understand what it means…
I miss you Gerber C. I feel wrong without you to share my stories of how work sucked with…

3… I hate that number so much… but… its what I have to live with…

I am willing to do whatever it takes… but please… I only pray that you are also willing…

–J

I got dumped by the most amazing girl that I have ever known… but I am still very much in love with her…

A.G.C. I still love you more then anyone I have ever known…

-J.P.W.

I was on the swim team at my school last year and i am a huge nympho.

There was this kid who everyone knew was a virgin.

Well i sat with him on the bus ride back and i was leaning on him it was late and i was sleepy.
Well he procedes to stick his hand down my pants and starts fingering me. I let this happen and i have hardly ever even talked to him. This happened twice ending with me giving him a blow job.

Afterwards, he kept asking me if i was pregnant. I was to embarrassed for him to tell him you cant get pregnant from what we did.

Sorry Randy.

I wish my boyfriend would make moves on me more.
It sucks always having to grab his dick to start anything.
I’d like him to start it sometimes too..
I wish he’d just push me down and make me want it.

I used to hyperventilate when he went down on me… once I passed out right as I came. That was the most heavenly orgasm in my life.

He is so fine I want to write porn about us and read it aloud to him.

I want to wake him up in the middle of the night by going down on him.

I want him to experience the best pleasure available. I don’t care how dirty it gets. I’ll do it.

I’m a white female prison employee and I must say that after spending a few years in two different prisons that I am ashamed of the white race. The men locked up for sexual assault of a child range from teenagers to great grandfathers..old and decrepit but still violating innocent children who have been intrusted in their care for some reason. Initially I was so naive that I couldn’t believe there were so many sex offenders in the state much less just in one of many many prisons in this state. For those of you who think the prisons are full of blacks you should go visit a prison. That analysis is way off base. Do some research. And yes of course there are blacks that have done some of the most heinous crimes but from those I have seen it is more whites victimizing the children than any other race. So YES! I am ashamed of my people.
Those of you out there with your perverted minds fantasizing about sex with children how the fuck can you stick your nasty old dick in a 3 yr old? or a 12 yr old? or a 15 yr oldd? Don’t you know you deserve to DIE? In the most violent form imaginable. Line up the nasty old white bastards first. I need a hug for having to work in the presence of the bastards….And yeah they do get “turned out”. Within a very short time they are shaving their faces, chest, legs, armpits, arms and pubic hair and arching their eyebrows and using dye for lipstick, and eyebrow pencil, eyeliner and taking it up the ass on the reg…from their man and whoever they get sold or traded to. And they are gonna swallow too. Or wish they would have.
The only bitch I have is that their sentences are not long enough on the average. Sorry this is so long. All I really wanted to get across was that I am ashamed and disgusted with the white race. Don’t want to hear nothing about no “nigger”. If I was running shit all the people with non violent drug charges would be set free…..that would make room for all the sex offenders and they would be held for life or killed by some big pulpwood hauling black man…Yea, I like that idea.

On Monday mornings I club baby seals. I used to use buckshot, but its more satisfying to hear the little things squeal for there mothers, not knowing I got to them first. After that I finish up my time in the Arctic by spreading rock salt on as much ice as possible. When I see drowned polar bears in the water while I’m sailing back to the harbor I breathe sighs of satisfaction flirting with the idea that it was I who melted the few feet of ice that could have saved it. I finish my Mondays in Greenland giving insulin rich foods to the natives. If Im correct, the diabetes level increased by 70% in those areas. By 11:00 pm I am on a plane to Indo-china.
On Tuesdays I like to start my morning by eating fertilized shark caviar i obtain from a female i catch weekly off the cost of Thailand. Ive gotten some males on occasion, but they serve no use for me. I usually dowse them with a little concoction of mine (gasoline mixed with Styrofoam) I call compound 72 before setting them on fire and releasing them back into water. The water never does a good job at removing compound 72, you can see the sharks swimming for about three miles before they finally stop, still burning. I sometimes wonder if they were cooked or boiled. When I get a female I just drain its eggs, remove its fins, and then I do the same thing I do with the males (they only get about 50 feet before stopping).
At night I test out the new prostitutes. They make me a good living and I just want the best for them, but seriously, some of their clients are some big men. We all know that there are some cocks that will just rip apart a 7 year old girls vagina, Im a smaller sized man, so they get used to me before heading off to the streets. Once, one of my girls said that she didn’t want to work for me anymore. she was only 9, but she kept on complaining about some boils on her ass, so I took her to the swamp and fucked her to death the same way I do to the 14 year olds who are too old for work. Burying them isn’t necessary, but sometimes it can be fun.
On Wednesdays I go to South Africa and switch the bags for blood transfusion with the extracted blood from AIDS victims. Then I set a random country side barn on fire.
Thursdays are an off day for me. I just walk around NYC slashing tires or whoring some girl for 15 bucks worth of meth, which is actually condensed Ajax, but hey what the hell, right? Stupid bitches.
On Friday I go to different hospitals in a white coat and go from the ICU to the PICU, telling patients and family there is nothing more we can do for them. I offer a shoulder to cry on and I give them the card of a made up psychiatrist I recommend them to see to deal with there grief. The phone number on the card actually relays to a phone I found on the street and gave to a homeless man named Murphy in exchange for a Mickey Mantle rookie card and a broken Rolex. A week later I traded with Murphy yet again, however this time i traded him the broken Rolex in exchange for the phone I found on the street. Oh, I forgot, sometimes I switch medication at the PICU with tic-tacs.
Saturdays are more for fun. After I dose the water at the local mental health clinic with LSD, I hop on a bus and go to Colombia, where somewhere there is some asshole professor who insists that Saturdays are good “study” days. no, I am not a student, but debating the moral philosophy Kant never fails to amuse me as I always poke holes in the profs arguments, and later I pay some college blow-fiend $200 to fake a rape story involving said prof. On Saturday nights I see the girls who Ive arranged blind dates with. I always choose the same bar, and tell each girl to come about 30 minuets after the last one. I sit at the corner table so i can see each girl as the enter the bar, wait for half an hour, then watch as the leave the bar, always with some silly expression of self pity and doubt. Sometimes I see the girl whom Ive arranged a date with is actually quite attractive, in which case I come to them right before they leave and offer to buy them a drink. 9/10 times the women are already drunk and i their state of self pity feel it is necessary to fuck the next guy they see just to reassure to themselves theyre still bangable.
A girl named Rachel actually really liked me, she didn’t drink that much and kept touching my hand and smiling. She took me to her apartment that night and stripped down next to the TV. It was muted. I fucked her in the ass, she was new to it, begged me not to, in-fact she almost tried to call the police, i broke her nose and arm in two places before she could press ‘9′ on the phone.
On Sundays I take hormonal male badgers to the doggie dump, you know, that place where unwanted dogs are cast down laundry shoots into cramped, soot filled cages to wait for the pound to pick them up on Monday and put them to sleep. Well, needless to say, badgers and dogs dont get along so well. Police blogs always mention some place later that week where several tens of animals were mauled and/or eaten. On Sunday night I watch the Simpson’s and family guy while on my jet, headed for Greenland, and another action filled week.

since i broke up with my last girlfriend about 6 months ago, i’ve been partying and hooking up with girls. the typical guy thing, right?

the thing is, they almost always have boyfriends and i could care less. i just want to fuck the shit out of them and bounce.

it takes two to tango… that’s my story and i’m sticking to it.

I can poop.