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  • Yeah, but I tied a cement block to the bottom of it and threw it in the Hudson River. =)
  • I stole something when I was about 14 and kept it for years. I started to think about it and felt bad so I got rid of it.
  • I use to love to hear Marilyn Manson's voice. I love the sound and think he has so much talent. However, I would not let myself get into really hearing the purpose of his songs and just enjoyed the sound of him. I was driving along Hwy 60 and this road seems like forever.. wildlife is crazy on it all the way to the coast.. So.. there I am traveling it and I started really listening to the songs.. I had this heaviness in my chest and I was like uh... ok.. and a thought occured to me what if something were to happen to me... there I am listening to blasphemous music. Do I use the excuse "well, I loved his voice?" Sounds cheesy having listened to his music for a couple of years but something very strong had me tossing all his cds out of my window and believe me or not but I feel I was called at that moment to pay attention to what I was surrounding myself with. I am not a goody goody and I skip church more than I go but I know there is a God and I know Jesus was with me that day to open my eyes. I still love his voice but until he can sing about something not against Creator.. I will not listen to him.
  • yes. and i dont want to see any of it again, ever.
  • A couch that someone gave me that just did not fit in my living room. It looked so horrible with light fabric near dark paneling that we started making phone calls right away to find someone else who would take it. A 1999 Dodge Neon... from the 3rd month of ownership I was looking to get rid of this car purchased brand new. On month 16, it was traded in. A black and white male cat. He was handsome but was so antisocial to my cats that during the 3 weeks I had him, he spent most of it locked away by himself in my bedroom.
  • childhood memories. only i can't get rid of em. although i've forgotten alot of them accidentally. most of my childhood is practically wiped out from my memory somehow.
  • My memories of my father raping, torturing, and beating me... Those I can never get away from... I try but then a smell or a sound draws me back again.

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