because I want to be like sam-sam

This story isn't really a confession, and it's not that great, it's just the most recent unfortunate thing that has happened to me.  (I think that was a run-on sentence, feel free to call me out Bob)

i'm so macho

Sufjan Stevens bugs me. Not because he's bad or because I think he's overrated, but because he's a pussy. This applies to Andrew Bird, too.

bad emo

I'm really, really sick of people talking about/listening to Saves the Day and Dashboard Confessional. It's terrible music. Just because they liked it in high school doesn't somehow redeem it from being incredibly cheesy and dumb.

i've generally got a pretty bleak outlook on my future: never finding love, never being successful in the things i care most about, just merely existing with no real purpose or goal, virginal yet exiled from the only identity (mormon) i've ever known. who wants to get breakfast burritos with me?

I am also thinking of skipping work and going to see a matinee, "Due Date" specifically.

I used to have a pretty healthy inner dialog. Now I feel like I don't know myself very well.

That makes me sad.

crazy heart/country strong

i can't wait to see Country Strong. i'm not expecting it to be good like Crazy Heart, but i've combined portions of the movie in my mind. 

remember Meredith Brooks?

I couldn't find any pictures of her armpits but I did find this one of Julia Roberts

Gardner (my brother in-law) just asked me how I feel about having hairier armpits than him. Sometimes I think it is awesome. Sometimes it kind of grosses me out but not enough to motivate me to really do anything about it.

EMBARRASSING!
I just accidentally posted this to my regular blog. Anyone who follows me on googlereader will see it (hopefully that is no one). I guess I don't care that my armpits are hairy as long as no one sees or knows about them.

I judge my coworker for drinking Mtn. Dew EVERY morning.

I think it's disgusting and trashy.

grammar nazi

I've started correcting people's grammar and spelling on facebook. I would have thought that it would make people hate me or respond angrily, but it only makes people embarrassed. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

kind of like cleaning the lint trap

I fold up my jeans because they're too long, and I don't want them to drag and get worn out and dirty (not for fashion). My confession is that I enjoy unfolding them and cleaning out the debris that gets caught in the fold.

This isn't much of a confession, but for some reason it feels like it should be.  My new show obsession?  MONK.