Ryoruki, I'm so sorry!
I got seven secrets yesterday, and then my internet connection went wonky and I couldn't post! So I've read all the pages I missed yesterday but I don't have time to comment on everything; I'll try to do that at some point! In the meantime, here are the secrets:
'When I was a little girl I used to make my Barbie & Ken have sex.'
I think everybody I know who played with Barbies did this.
'i hate my best friend. I want to bury him in the sand and wait for the tide to come in.'
I don't feel this way about my best friend, but I certainly have felt it about other people I am supposed to love.
'The 1st time I wear a pair of shoes I have to count the number of steps it takes to reach my destination. The one time I forgot I broke my leg! Now I'm scared not to.'
I used to have tons of things like that; you are not the only one! But I'm really sorry you broke your leg. NOTE: This card didn't have a code on it, so sender, please contact an organizer!
'I'm terrified of DOGS...
YES even your little dachshund..'
I used have a friend who was terrified of dogs. He said he had a friend who had a little tiny dog that scared him to death. He told funny stories about this itty bitty dog chasing him around the friend's living room, and he laughed himself, but as somebody (CrochetWitch?) said earlier, phobias are NEVER a laughing matter. I used to know somebody who was completely, utterly, screamingly afraid of treefrogs. It was incomprehensible to me, but it was a real fear to her, so I never made fun of her for it. Don't let people make you feel bad because their bitsy doggie gives you the shivers!
'if anything happened to her i would kill myself'
I don't have a good response to this--not because I don't understand, but because I do.
'I want you so bad'
I can relate, anonymous Craftster. (But ever since I got this secret, I've had the urge to go put on my Abbey Road CD. )
'I STILL THINK ABOUT the $10 bill I didn't pick up. That was four years ago.'
I don't think I've ever found a $10 bill, but I have a large repository in my head of random, sometimes petty, things I remember and think about and mull over.