Today, ladies and gentlemen, we'll be revealing our true confessions. You know, within reason. Things you're not necessarily proud of, but that aren't so secret you couldn't tell your mom or boss. Or the police.
Ok, then, here we go:
1. I love cold Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. I could eat an entire box of the stuff straight out of the pot with a fork, especially if left out on the stove long enough to reach room temperature.
2. I find Doug Wilson oddly sexy. Always have, ever since the olden days of Trading Spaces.
3. I really like Katy Perry's song ET. And I just admitted it in writing.
4. I catch a scent every once in a while that reminds me apparently of pink liquid amoxicillin that I took all the time as a kid for ear infections. It's not bubble gum flavor, just kind of it's own thing. And if they made amoxicillin flavored ice cream, I would buy the hell out of it.
5. Live orchestral music puts me straight to sleep. I can't generally sleep in public - trains, buses, airplanes. Even on overnight trips, nothing doing. Even with Benadryl or Tylenol PM. Nor can I usually nap, even in darkness and quiet in my own bed. But put me in a seat at the symphony and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open. And I enjoy the symphony! I love the music and watching the musicians. Same thing happened at the ballet, which I also very much wanted to watch. I'm amazed by the strength and grace of the dancers, their ability to make their bodies do precisely what they want. But there was an orchestra playing and thank goodness we went in Seattle where there was free coffee available at intermission. The real low was Saturday night when I slept through roughly three-quarters of the Georgetown Gilbert & Sullivan Society's production of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. No music even. This I blame on two nights of not enough sleep and an 8.5 mile run on Saturday afternoon. (Distance running will do that to you, I find. After each of my half-marathons, I've been asleep before 9 pm.) And I wasn't really following the plot anyway, because...
6. I've never made it all the way through Hamlet. Reading the play or watching a movie. And I call myself a written word geek? Also, I made it through roughly two pages of Heart of Darkness and have never had the faintest desire to attempt Moby Dick.
(In an attempt to restore my nerd street cred, allow me to say that I'm currently reading and enjoying A Movable Feast.) (Hemingway, baby. I like my writers like I like my coffee: straightfoward and full of whiskey.) (Not really. Regarding the coffee.)
7. I feel extremely guilty about using the laundry machines on other floors of my building if the ones here are in use. Because I don't live on that floor! The Rule Police are going to find out and come arrest me! Or else I'm just completely insane regarding following rules. Except the one that tells me what time in the morning I must report to work. Why I can be such a tyrant regarding the need to follow every single other rule put in front of me but still roll into work ten minutes late every day is beyond me.
8. Related to the above: if the airlines would create a job monitoring the carry on items of passengers and busting those with more than two items or overly large items, I would apply in a heartbeat. I might even volunteer for such a position, so great would be my joy in enforcing these particular rules.
I think that's probably sufficient for the moment. Your turn, internet. Tell us your sort of shame, your moderately deep and somewhat dark secrets. And we promise not to judge except only a tiny little bit.