Due the the anonymity of the internets, we all get to choose what parts of ourselves we put out there for public view on dKos. We can edit ourselves, in essence, and leave the contradictory parts -- parts that don't seem to fit the dKos vibe -- in the closet. Maybe you make your living working for Exxon. Maybe you walked precincts for Reagan. Maybe you bought an H2.
This diary represents your chance to whip open the door and shine a light in that closet. You don't have to justify yourself. Just confess. They say it's good for the soul. My confession after the jump.
I work for a network affiliate. Yes, my job involves making sure that "Who's the daddy of my baby?" and really dumb game shows appear on your tv. Even crappy morning chat/happy shows and even crappier network news. All those detestable commercials, too. It's all. My. Bad.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. My internet access is via AOL -- and it has been for years.
Ahhhhhhhh. That felt good. Next?
Alternate submission if you have nothing to confess:
If you were trapped for 3 years on a deserted island with three Kosacks, and you got to choose, who would they be? What if you were trapped on an elevator for 3 hours? Same people?