Showing posts with label not quite guilty confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not quite guilty confessions. Show all posts

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So it's Sunday night, and the snow has not vanished as I might've wished. It is a little too deep for the pup, who bounds off as best he can and then looks forlorn the minute he reaches his frisbee. I take back my comment about snow making things dull - someone turn off the sunshine off the bright white stuff first thing in the morning, okay?

But I've just completed my income taxes, and I cleaned the oven tonight, so I don't feel like doing anything even remotely brainy (check that: my roommate is watching "The Bourne Supremacy" and I'd like something a little branier than that. So I'm stealing a meme from Kermit's.

Enjoy.

1. I can’t believe I’ve never…

driven on the Autobahn. Also gone sky diving.

2. Every time I think about … I still cringe.

American Idol, the last two Presidential elections, high school prom, Ugg boots, Southern accents, the joke I played on that girl in sixth grade

3. I wish I’d …when I had the chance.

learned an instrument. or studied abroad.

4. I’ve never felt so out of place as when I…

was the only person who hadn't traveled overseas.

5. … is/are my guiltiest pleasure.

Um...sleeping late? Hot bathes with whiskey? Speeding?

There's only so much honesty that's going to happen here.


6. I hope … knows how grateful I am for …

my friends and family...for everything. or specifically T. and N...for the haiku summer. Or L... for comic books. Or my undergrad adviser...for Marx and Kerouac. Or my parents...for never once trying to talk the genie back into the bottle after they taught me to read and ask questions.

7. In my darkest hours, I secretly blame … for my dysfunction.

my inability to answer a multiple choice or fill-in-the-blank questions in any sort of direct manner. Also myself.

8. … changed my life forever.

Grad school (and in a good way). Or going to a Southern Baptist middle school (in a bad way). Or technically every choice of every day.

I won't actually tag anyone, particularly since my answers wound up with the sort of typical oddness that I often approach these sorts of things with. But by all means, take a stab at it (here or elsewhere).