So many things, so little time.

The constant pain i keep having in the back of my head just got worse today. The throbbing sensation has been upgraded to a whole new plateau of other worldly pain inducing sensations. It's as though my brain is having a ball game in the playing field which happens to be my rear occipital lobe. Bitch ass.

Yesterday, Brian gave me website, which to his credit, is quite refreshing. It's a website where everyone confesses themselves and you are given a number; instead of a name, which disturbingly enough likens yourself to a convict. But without an internet nick or callname, you are in essence pretty anonymous. To a certain extent of course. You see, your IP remains the same. As undetectable as you maybe online, you are still pretty visible to those dastardly deranged psychopaths who inhabit this "confession booth", with an access to some knowledge of hacking.

There are confessions which range from the cheery "i love this guy" quips, to the disturbing, macabre-like confessions of a disturbed and unmediated mind. It is a collection of thoughts from people all over the world trying to make themselves heard and understood. It is a great concept. My only question is, who's the confesee? Who's on the other side of the veil?

Imagine the consequences of having your most deepest and darkest secrets revealed to the whole entire world, with a snippet of your real name and picture attached to it. It is wholly possible. All i have to do is trace someone's IP, find out his general location, pinpoint it, get his name and search the dude on friendster. Tons of pictures there, no?

In lieu of this new online confession section, I have yet to indulge myself in this orgy of dangerous minds. One of the main reasons why, is because - i forgot the add. So please Brian, if you pop by, please leave me the add on my chatbox. I'm sure some of my ghost readers would love to know.

Thanks.

My name is 12801928102, and i'm a closet ***********.

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