Has anyone ever truly betrayed you? We're talkin' real betrayal here, not just melodrama. What did this person do?

I was being harassed by a boss and never told anyone because I was scared. Come to find out months later that boss's superior knew all along and never said a word to me that she knew. Ultimate betrayal.

My whole life is melodrama ... including the betrayal. And all betrayal is melodramatic. So there.

Yes. With my godforsaken movie. Someone had said they were on my side and they weren't. Sold me down the river the first chance she got. I'm sure we all know who I'm talking about.

College housemate. She was so nice to us all then we discovered she was robbing us blind!!!

What, you mean beyond daily office politicking, stab you in the back type shit? No. Not in the last couple of years, anyway.

My fucking bitch soon to be ex-wife lied about paying four months worth of bills, which I am finally done paying off.

Bad bad bad things. Pretend to be someone he was most certainly not just so I would sleep with him then he dropped me like a hot potato. Dick. Evil evil man.

Hmm. No. Someone felt I betrayed them once. It was awful. So, if anyone does betray me, I guess that will be payback. At least that person who thinks I betrayed them might think so. What was the question again?

When I look back, I realize my former best friend betrayed me almost constantly. I fear for her new child.

She told my mom that I had sex.

Do you still have that one childhood security item? You know, like your blankie. Please describe it.

Blankey, and I sleep with it every night.

I'm too insecure to have any security.

My mom, who loves to knit and make things, made me a stuffed animal when I was about six. It was a plaid teddy bear. It was really cool for six. Out of the blue she made me it for Christmas. I still have it.

I have my Peanuts Pillow with all the kids around Snoopy's dog house. It says "Happiness is being part of the gang!"

ONE item??? You've got to be kidding. I'm a total pack rat. I have hundreds of things from childhood on that make me feel safe. Things from teddy bears and childhood games, to the key to my last apartment that I lived in at college. And that doesn't even cover what is in my closet and under my bed.

Fuck yeah. And it's STILL got enough magic in it to chase away the boogie man, damn it!

No I never had a childhood security item. Unless you count my sister. She protects me sometimes.

I have this thing called a SOP that we made of clay in school. Funny thing is, years later I realized I had the wrong one. I took a guy's who had similar initials. Maybe when he dies I'll put it on his grave. Let's hope I can outlive him.

Jonbear. Fluffy and tear-absorbent, Jonbear was my best friend from the time I was eight until just a few years ago.

I have my first teddy bear.

My stuffed doggy.

Is there a window where you are right now? Go look out it and tell us what you see.

The Gulf Coast High School baseball diamond. And dugouts, where used condoms have been known to abound. (Yeah ... so I'm doing this at work. Punish me.)

The sun shining on a crappy-ass parking lot.

I see the leaves blowing around the walkway to the subway.

Ha, a window. That's funny. I'm at work in my six by six office, which I share. It is windowless, but if I turn the TV on to a certain channel I can actually watch the traffic go by outside my building. According to my TV monitored view today is sunny - a bit smoggy - but I can still see the Hollywood sign. Traffic is moving well!

I see a cold, busy, street, and a bar where people go in at noon and come out at midnight.

Rickshaws, taxis, motorcycles, goats, cows, dogs, people in the streets, candles, firecrackers, tin-horn bands, roving carolers, hawkers selling big, fuck-off ghurka knives and Buddha statues. Your average Katmandu Diwali festival.

I'm in a cubicle nowhere near a window. It's not so bad. Really. I don't like the outside anyway. I hate nature. Inside good. Outside bad.

Yes - the shade is closed, but if I open it ... AHHHH - it burns! The sun! I've heard of it, but I never go out. Besides the sun and smog I see the fence to the neighbors' apartment complex. Once a cat screamed in heat for 10 days. I wanted to kill everything I see outside this window.

Lots of dark.

A bunch of cars and a house.

A house, trees, sun, a woman walking a dog.

What's the shortest period of time you've gone from meeting someone to having sex with them? What were the circumstances?

Ahhh, a coupla hours? Was at a show and I met some guy at the bar. Went to his place and had sex and then I went home to my new boyfriend who was waiting in my bed for me. Ugh, still feel guilty.

Aw, hell ... I just broke up with someone. The thought of having sex, especially since I most likely won't be having any for a while, is depressing. I decline answering this question. Sorry.

15 minutes. I dipped her and said, "Hail to the king, baby." She hailed.

Leaving a bar at last call, eyeballing this dude on the way out, smiling and being naked in the car five minutes later! Good god!

Two hours, at a party. I'm not clear to this day how it happened. It was my first time having sex with a woman. She was a nurse. She was almost 10 years older than me, and she was beautiful. I guess we just fell for each other.

12 hours. God bless the Rainbow Family Council meetings.

Three hours, She came into my store to shop. Came back and said there were two guys who were following her. I told her she could hang out until close and I would walk her to her car. We went out for coffee, then I brought her back to her car. She jumped me in the parking lot.

Hmmmm ... I'm not one to have sex quickly. I usually know a person pretty well before I date them but after the second or third date I give up the booty. I guess the soonest is three weeks.

NO WAIT! I just remembered someone. Two days.

Three months. Sorry, no good one-night stories.

Three weeks! I knew I was going to marry him, even though he didn't yet. PS: I'm married to him now.

Three years. I have only had sex once.

What's your least favorite room in the house to clean? Why? How often does it get cleaned?

I love to clean every room! I'm serious. My place is all mine.

Bathrooms. Not because of the usual pubic hair, toilet cleaning complaints, but because of all the crap I have on the countertops that I have to take off and then put back.

They all suck but I clean to distract me from my horrible life. It's easier to clean than it is to change one's own bad personality traits.

Living Room - all the freagin' clutter, mail, clothes thrown about, dishes! I clean it once a week or it gets really bad!!

All of them. I clean at least once a week.

The bathroom. Pubes I guess. Once every other week or so.

The office, because it's got all the reminders of shit I haven't done and bills I haven't paid. I usually venture in about twice a year.

Kitchen, because I clean that fucking place twice every day.

Bathroom definitely. I hate cleaning the bathroom. I never do a good job either. To think I once was a chambermaid is appalling. I do all cleaning half-assed. It may look clean, but it's not.

Pick one. I'll say the bathroom. Usually, I wait for a good friend who visits every six months or so to come visit and clean it.

Ugh, bedroom, cause I'm a slob and throw everything on the floor and tell myself I'll pick it up later. But I don't. I think if we had a bigger closet some of the problem would be fixed. It gets cleaned maybe once every two months, and the clean lasts less than a week every time.

My room. Because its always a mess, I never have time to put things in there place, always have to go somewhere. Too often.