IsabellaRose

Not in my closet, but at Mom's my old cheerleader uniform is hanging in that closet along with old Halloween costumes, my brother's marching bad uniform, and Lord only knows what else, so... GUILTY. It still fits. Or at least, it did last time my sister and I tried ours on lol The next person desperately wants to go back and slap their high school self around to put them on a better path.

Holy... wow. Yeah. Super guilty. I think I'm the one with the most stories that people laugh about. Ugh. I won't tell the whole story, but the way my friend tells it, it ends with: "So Izzy is so mad that we locked them in that she keeps kicking and banging on the door, not even realizing we already unlocked it. She yells that she's going to knock the door down, and we hear her run across the room, these thump thump hard footsteps and then another BANG as she crashes into the door. So next time we hear thump thump thump footsteps we just opened the door. She goes barreling through, straight out the front door we left open, and trips down the front stairs barely keeping herself standing by just going with her momentum. When she finally stops she's halfway between the front door and the street in her underwear and Lex's parents are just pulling in the driveway, headlights right on her like a spotlight." For reference, Lex was my boyfriend and I was supposed to meet his parents for the first time the next night when they got home from vacation, not that night when we were playing truth or dare. The next poster also has an embarrassing story they want to share so I don't feel as naked and exposed as I felt that night in front of Lex's parents.

Marry, so we'll have the rest of our lives to explain.

blaster fire

Fuck, because we're married.

Oh, two for the price of one! I can make many specific foods, so not guilty. And I am guilty of having a healthy breakfast - an egg white omelet with peppers, onions, spinach, mushrooms, and swiss cheese with air-fried sweet potato home fries. The next person is planning on making a big meal tonight, or over the weekend.

Guilty. Painting. I'm terrible. Yet I love a fresh stretched canvas, the smell of the paints, the hopeful exuberance I feel setting up the easel and getting everything ready... mixing my colors, getting the palette all ready for that first stroke when I invariably ruin a perfectly good canvas with my talentless strokes. The next person is really good at something they don't really get any joy from.

Kill because he killed my lovers husbands lover...? or something.

Not guilty, but DAMN do I need a vacation right about now. The next person prefers the woods over the beach.

hex grid

Marry, because he's a keeper.

dry cleaner

Not guilty. It's been a long time since I gave any performances. But now you make me want to get the band back together. Except my ex was in the band, so maybe not. But now I want to start a new band. The next person plays a musical instrument(s).

Not so much anymore, so not really guilty. I try to eat healthy, but lately I've been really into classic French cooking and making a lot of cream-based soups that are divine but SO not healthy. The next person doesn't know how to swim.

cellar dweller

open legs

building bridges

Hmm. I'm going to say Not Guilty. Unless I'm in a forum specifically like this site where everyone's got a kink of some kind, I don't ever bring up the kinks. Even here, I tend to downplay my kinks and not really talk about them. I guess the Catholic guilt and shame still have a hold on me even after this long. The next person happily adheres to their religious tenets.

Not guilty. I was still in high school when life got kinky, and it only got kinkier in college. Next person has a kink they're embarrassed to admit.

Not guilty. We shared everything as friends long before we ever thought about dating each other. She knows more about me than anyone else on the planet. The next person is keeping a big secret from their parents.

Not guilty. I'm terribly nervous when it comes to public speaking, but I've been told I hide it well. It helps that I have to make presentations and run meetings pretty regularly now, so I've more or less learned to do it. The next person has a certain thing that they do better after a few drinks.

Hmm. Not guilty... I don't think so anyway? When I was dating a lot I dated guys who I'd never consider dating now. But also, I was young, had a drug problem, and considerably lower standards. But back then I don't think anything would have deterred me. If they seemed like a potential, I was all in, regardless of profession. The next person has stubbornly refused the change their mind despite overwhelming evidence and facts telling them that they are just plain wrong.

frying pan

Not guilty. I worked full and part time at a couple big companies when I was interning and right after college, but this position at a local nonprofit went from internship to part-time to full time and it's really the one main job I've had most of my life. The next person has been paid to do something illegal.

secret garden