I've just been inspired by a blog I stumbled on, which you can send a Postcard to with your secrets on. Not sure why, maybe its supposed to be liberating, but here goes:
I download music off Kazaa, play copied games purchased from scary men with gold chains at a market with corrugated steel walls, and watch DVDs recorded with a video camera at the cinema (who the hell makes these DVDS? I mean have you ever sat down to watch a film and realised the person next to you has a tripod and camcorder??).
I borrow books from the library and don't return them for years until they have a fine amnesty.
Once I told my friend she looked great in an outfit she bought for a night out that really made her look fat just because I wanted to look better than her.
I used to read my ex-boyfriend's email.
I stole my friend's care bear when we were little.
I made up some of the results for my last research project because I coudn't be bothered chasing up the questionnaires. . . . . .

How the hell do these people fit their secrets on one postcard? I'm barely getting started .......