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Sunday confessions, vol. 12

Sunday confessions, vol. 12

I don’t like Mumford & Sons. I tried, but they just don’t do it for me. I thought I could at least like their cover of “The Boxer” by Simon & Garfunkel, but I couldn’t find any reason why I would ever listen to it when I could just listen to the original instead, since … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 11

Sunday confessions, vol. 11

It’s been a long time since I did a Sunday confessions post, so why not? I’ve been thinking about dying my hair for about two years, but haven’t gotten around to it because I’m too cheap. Dude, girl hair is expensive, and it’s hard enough for me to consistently get hair cuts, let alone maintain a … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 9

Sunday confessions, vol. 9

I don’t believe in “body language.” Sure, there are probably some really basic components of body language that can be read consistently for anyone, but I’m a very direct person so I hate the thought of someone trying to read between the lines of what I’m saying by interpreting my body language. I really like this short … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 8

Sunday confessions, vol. 8

I hate when people honk their horn. I’ve complained a lot about traffic and bad drivers on here, but horn-honking is one of my biggest pet peeves in the world. Why the fuck do cars even have horns? Anytime someone honks, no one around them knows who the hell they are honking at, and 98% of … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 7

Sunday confessions, vol. 7

I hate traffic. I know that probably everyone agrees with that statement–it’s not like someone would be like “oh well actually, I LOVE wasting gas and time and getting sunburned only on my left arm while sitting in standstill traffic when I’m trying to get from point A to point B,” but I like really hate traffic. My … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 6

Sunday confessions, vol. 6

Sometimes for a snack I eat a bowl full of shredded cheese with pickle slices. I’ve always loved pickles, but I think this habit really started the summer that I lived on campus and worked at The Corner Cone in Yellow Springs with Gretchen. We would fill the little plastic ice cream cups with shredded cheese … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 5

Sunday confessions, vol. 5

I hate when people use the word “y’all” in writing. I see this on blogs a lot, and I don’t get it. It’s not a real word,  and there’s really no excuse to use it in writing unless you’re directly quoting someone. It doesn’t bother me as much when it’s spoken–depending on where you’re from, you can get … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 4

Sunday confessions, vol. 4

I have a really loud, obnoxious laugh. If you’ve heard me laugh before you may or may not understand the varying degrees of obnoxiousness that my laughs achieve. It’s like a spectrum, and when I think something’s really funny and I laugh really hard, it’s ear-piercing and terrible. I’m really embarrassed by it at times, like … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 3

Sunday confessions, vol. 3

I guess Alyx isn’t doing her normal Sunday linkup today, but I’m still confessing. I don’t like babies. I met my three-month-old niece for the first time this weekend, and she was cute and everything, but mostly I just felt awkward while I was holding her. I don’t want to sound like a dick but I’m … Continue reading