Magenta Sequins is Good for the Soul

you've got deep, dark, soul chilling secrets; i know you do. Secrets like lip synching to Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart when you're home alone (you even have choreography), or that you've got a third testicle. You've got secrets that keep you up at night and force you to never be alone in a quiet room for fear that the guilt will rip you apart (like the time you ate an entire box of Mallomars, after watching Glitter dubbed in French, without smoking pot 1st).

you need to get these secrets off your chest, but where do you turn?

the church? nah, too judgemental?
a shrink? nah, too expensive.
your friends? hell no, i'll they'll just post it on my their blogs

you need to go to the Sequined Confessional.

no judgement. no recriminations. no posting other people's dirty laundry.