true confessions on the web

secrets published on this blog range from the amusing, to the unpleasant, to the carthartic. One confessioner claims: "I only pick up my dog's turds when people are watching."
But other revelations are more depressing.
Someone else said: "I still haven't told my father that I have the same disease that killed my mother."
And some are just plain scary, with one person writing: "I once planned to kill my mother."
the blog was launched on New Year's Day by a person aptly named Frank.
The site welcomes any contribution as long as it is true, has not been shared with anyone before and is written on a postcard. ...via

you'll be doing it too now - sorry.

remember that magpie rhyme -
One for sorrow, two for mirth,
Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret not to be told.
Eight for heaven, nine for hell,
And ten for the devil's own sel'.
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think about it when you see a bunch
of squabbling magpies - you'll count
them too ...mr.g