A Shameful List:

Singing along to: Blink-182, What's My Age Again?

Activities that make me grateful I do not keep a swear jar, although they make me think I probably should:

• Cooking. I kind of like cooking. I am even reasonably okay at cooking sometimes. (Ask me about the Irish cream pound cake I made for St. Patrick's Day! Or my awesome homemade tomato soup!) But damn does it involve a lot of stress and mess.


• Job applications. Especially job applications that use USA Jobs and/or the federal government's application manager website. In fact, I'm trying to applying for a job right there now. Key word is "trying": this is easier said than done. For one thing, this questionnaire makes me look far more incompetent than I (think I) actually am. For another, I think the application instructions were written by a professional obfuscator.* Hell, the fact that the application even requires instructions is a bad sign.


• Getting in and out of bed every day. This is not (quite) as ridiculous as it seems. See, I'm sleeping in a bunk bed for the first time in my life, and I'm on the top bunk. And the combo of high foot board + low ceiling = bruises and pain getting into bed. In the mornings I just sort of tumble down trying to get to my alarm clock, and that's painful too. Okay, no, you're right. It's still a pretty ridiculous reason to break out the seven dirty words you can't say on television.


• Navigating New Facebook. I know, I know, I complain about Facebook, like all the other lemmings, but (also like all the other lemmings) I can't quite seem to break free from the pack that's stampeding toward the cliff side. Okay, that cliched metaphor broke down fast, but you get my drift. New Facebook is annoying and I don't quite know how it works anymore, or how to get all these people's stupid quiz results out of my stupid news feed (which used to be New Facebook but is now Old Facebook, I guess), and... yeah. Swear words! That's where I was going with this. Damn.

*Did I just make up that word? I think I did!