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Confessions

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(Confessions One) (Confessions Two) (Confessions Three)

  • If I had no qualms about my health, my food groups would be bagels, burritos, pasta and pizza. Or, perhaps more accurately: carbs, burritos, and beer.
  • My hour-long commute really, really wears on me. Especially since I also end up driving long distances on the weekends more often than not.
  • I try to listen to audiobooks but fear I’m too picky about the narrator’s voice.
  • I feel all panicky if I leave my giant water bottle at home, but I rarely drink more than a quarter of its contents.
  • I feel awkward and uncomfortable wearing dresses/skirts on regular days (even at work) and am jealous of people who do so cutely.
  • I have never had a car that wasn’t silver or maroon and both want to keep that streak going but also am really over silver and maroon cars.
  • When I think too much about eating meat, I get really grossed out.
  • I understand the rules of chess, but the strategy completely escapes me. This makes Dan sad, because he’s really good at chess and has tried to teach me so we can play together.
  • I never buy food or flower-scented candles. I like them in other people’s homes, but I can’t deal with them in mine.
  • I have never, ever dyed my hair. Sometimes I feel like I missed my chance to dye it crazy colors, and then I wish I had lived it up in a more stereotypical way. (But it is kind of fun to shock hair stylists by telling them about my virgin hair.)

Confessions Three

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(Confessions One) (Confessions Two)

  • As a music fan, I feel like I am incorrect somehow because I don’t like Radiohead. Or Pink Floyd. (And don’t even get me started on the NJ superstars of music.)
  • My favorite pasta shape is rigatoni. Because I secretly love spaghetti best, but am embarrassed to eat it in public because I still cut my spaghetti.
  • I listen to AM news radio almost always in the car. As a twenty-something, this makes me feel like I’m rushing the aging process. But I like to know what the weather will be. Every ten minutes. Because sometimes I forget to listen the first time. (Sometimes I do listen to sports radio, but this is much less frequent during the baseball off-season.)
  • I strongly prefer meals that can be eaten out of bowls.
  • I’m still not interested in learning how to cook meat. Unless it can be mixed in with rice, chili, pasta or other such stew and I don’t have to touch it or do anything to it beyond stirring. And I can eat it out of a bowl.
  • Piles on desks and tables bring out my compulsive need to straighten said piles. In a department meeting last week I was strongly tempted to line my boss’s inbox tray to be parallel to the corner edges of her desk. I refrained. It was hard. I straighten piles in stores, often without realizing it until afterwards.
  • I drink too much diet coke. I don’t buy it for my apartment, thinking I’ll drink it less if I don’t have it, but that just leads to buying it in 20 ounce bottles when I’m out.
  • I still look at the pictures from my car accident sometimes. To remind me that I’m so lucky.
  • I spent a lot of time thinking philosophically about shoes. Like, if I were going to spend $300 on a perfect pair of Frye boots. which pair would I get? Or what my shoe “style” should be. Am I casual and funky? Brightly colored? Converse all the time? Should I transition to wearing cool heels with jeans and blazers now that I’m an “adult”?

Goldilocks and the Three Camera Bags

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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Elizabeth. She liked to take pictures and started collecting a surprising amount of gear. Pretty soon, she realized that she needed something to carry all of this crap around! So she bought a Crumpler 4 Million Dollar Home.

4 million dollar home

And that bag was really perfect for a really long time. It kept her camera safe. But then she started collecting even more cameras and lenses. “Now this bag is too small!” she said.

So Elizabeth decided that she needed a bigger camera bag, and was given a 6 Million Dollar Home for Christmas last year.

6 million dollar Home

This bag held so much stuff! Look at all of that stuff! That’s a big bag! Except it got so HEAVY with all of that stuff. “I hate to say it,” said Elizabeth, “but this bag is just TOO BIG!”

5 million dollar home

So she finally took the advice of her friends and ordered a 5 Million Dollar Home. It appeared on her doorstep a day and a half after she clicked “submit” which is just crazy talk. She opened the box and filled the new bag and declared, “This bag is just right!”

The End.

Confessions Two

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(Confessions One)

  • I let itunes’ Genius feature make a mix cd for me this weekend. This makes me feel like a complete failure, given how much time and effort I put into making my own mixes from scratch. The worst part? It’s a really, really good mix.
  • Sometimes, I text while I’m driving. Even though I’m fully aware how foolish this is.
  • I’ve had to put a Target ban into place on myself. This is because of days like today, when I went in for sponges and left having spent $30 on Halloween socks, sponges, birthday cards, batteries, a soda, and other socks.
  • I am COMPLETELY not used to this long hair thing.
  • In fact, I seem to have a strange mental impression of myself in ponytails, because while I know lots of people who look adorable with their hair in a ponytail, for some reason, when it’s me, ponytails are only reserved for when I’m home by myself. Or at the gym. Not for going out or going to work. Don’t ask me to explain how ridiculous this is. I can’t.
  • When I have to get rid of a paper jam in a printer or copy machine, it makes me REALLY happy when I fix it.
  • I bought these awesome tall brown boots but have never worn them because I don’t know what to wear them WITH. Or maybe it’s that I wear skirts so very rarely that now I feel weird when I do.
  • Turns out? There ARE other people out there who are susceptible to the magic of baseball. This is a very good thing, indeed.

Confessions

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  • I’m sorry to say it, flip flops, but the passion is gone. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I fell out of love with you. Also, you’re horrible when I’m trying to drive.
  • When I read the Sunday PostSecrets, sometimes I see ones I wish were about me.
  • I always feel like I’m getting away with something when I eat a BLT. A sandwich made of bacon? Are you sure?
  • My closets are full of boxes that look organized but are actually full of random crap. This is after I “went through things” when I moved out. I didn’t get it all.
  • I make a big fuss about how much it sucks to be lactose intolerant, but in reality? I don’t really miss dairy products that much. Not even ice cream.
  • In eleven months and two weeks of living in my apartment, the only meat I’ve cooked is the turkey I put in chili. This is not because I’m a vegetarian, but because I am too chicken to learn how to cook meat. (Or to care that much about it, actually.)
  • I would just like to date someone who likes sports.
  • I am listening to the Vampire Weekend cd so much that it borders on ridiculous. Every time the cd is over, I skip back to track #1 and start it all over again.
  • When I’m at a ballpark eating a hot dog and drinking a beer and sitting under the lights, it’s so magical I feel like I’m under a spell. Sometimes I wonder if this happens to other people.
  • I never file anything at home. I keep it all. But it’s not filed.
  • I haven’t been to the dentist in a long time. Years.
  • I hate wearing navy.