I ate a hamster yesterday.  Worse still, I liked it and want more.  <weeps>

I've just walked poop all over my best friends' bedsheets...

I think someone needs to make a confession about the sick and nasty crime of hanging a white cat by its neck until it was dead, how horrible and psychopathic and not at all funny was that joke!!!

I bought a packet of Carrot and Corriander soup today from Sainsburys

I'll forgive you.  Will you forgive me?  I will make Corriander soup tomorrow, I will, I will!

Still haven't made soup, but worse still have deposited a green flannel somewhere terrible. What sort of person have I become?

I made some Coriander soup today. Perhaps I'm getting things out of proportion.

After I made some soup, I went out for a walk, and I'm sure people were looking at me in a hateful way. What have I done wrong?

I'm planning lunch. Should I make soup and stay indoors away from all those soup-haters, or make something different and go out this afternoon?

I wash my face in cold soup. Is this unusual?

I asked myself a question today, only to find myself wading through a creamy, onion-tinted, chicken and noodle influenced, corrianderish, beef-suggestionable ocean of possibilities... It was only as I watched the sun go down that I realised the real significance of the question... - I will not reveal this, for I believe that one must travel this particular path alone, to reach true understanding through a indepth searching of the self -
After the significance of the question is discovered, the answer will be simple.
So, go... Meander the chambers of your own minds... See if you can find the answer...
Q) "If I was a soup, what sort of a soup would I be?"

Oh and, by the way, my confession is that I spent just over 10 minutes writing this! (I'm sure I need to get out more!)   :)

I said i didn't do it and they believed me. In truth I actually never did do it, but i went out shortly after and did it three times, once in my car, once in the gorse bushes behind tescos and three times with a smelly tramp, but cos it was the same tramp it only counts as once. I might do it with bonfire and celery soup tomorrow.

Do you want to know how?  I know the secret.

For those that complete it, there exists a new room - vermillion.

I alas put in too little. Perhaps you could mail me some of yours? In return I would be happy to provide a quart of my thin and watery dishwater. I sense a mutually advantagous situation. My address is avaiable on request.