I vote for Catholicism. Even though I never made out with boys in high school. (I was fat, shy, awkward & in the AP classes. The boys did not come a-runnin'. But hoo boy, once I got to college? I caught up with a vengeance.)

I took ballet classes when I was 5. It didn't last long. After that, I tried gymnastics, but they tried to get my fear-of-heights self to walk across a balance beam, and I was all, "eff THAT noise!" And that was the end of any sort of athletic hobby for me. Well, I was a pee-wee cheerleader when I was 10 & 11, but let's not talk about those years...

My cat Beaumont has respiratory issues. He wants to know when there will be universal healthcare for pets. He SHALL NOT SLEEP until all kitties & doggies are... well, ok, no. He'll sleep. Like, right now.

Ok, "that deer was WICKED PISSAH dead" made me literally laugh out loud. (I hate typing "LOL," sorry.) I've been driving to the gym at 5 a.m. when it's still dark outside (because I'm insane), and I almost ran over a bunny rabbit the other day. I had a full-on thumping-chest adrenaline-rush anxiety attack for the next 10 minutes. So, actually hitting something as massive as a deer? Yeah. I would've needed a few shots of something powerful after that.

Ok, the remote access thing that the lady in India did? I do that all the effing time to fix my parents' computer. Because my dad is... well, he's almost 74. Let's leave it at that. But I once fixed their computer via remote access, while I was in England. And they live in Mississippi. Boo ya for technology! Btw, I have the exact same laptop as you (Dell XPS, no?) and I had the same issue a few months after I bought it. They had the very handy warranty repair guy come to my house the next day to fix it. Awesome.

Not disgusted at all. The fact that you recognize it for what it is, and you own it, means that you're already about a thousand times healthier than most of the people out there with the same issue.

My low-carb poison of choice is Diet Coke. I will never take a picture of myself with the number of cans I consume in a day. It would be... sort of embarassing. Like, you'd fear for my kidneys.

1. I thought that was pretty dang funny. And 2., you are not the first person I know BY A MILE who is guilty of late-night yammering on Twitter. It sort of makes me wonder if Twitter should be a more like a bar, with a last call at a certain time, and then they just cut you off. "No tweeting after 2 a.m.!" or something like that.

Beautifully said, as always. The thought of what sort of neglectful parents those kids must've had, to have gotten to that age (still kids, sure, but legally considered "adults") without those minimal life skills... I can't even imagine it.

The self-censoring thing is something I'm having an issue with lately too. Trying to work my way through it.

Sometimes Facebook pisses me off. Like when one of their "Friend Suggestions" is the bully who tortured me all through high school - the guy who called me fat, made fun of my last name, mooed every time I walked within a hundred feet of him, and was basically an all-around asshole. You know what, Facebook? Take that friend suggestion and shove it. I don't ever want to see that guy's name (or his smug douchebag face) ever again. On the other hand, it also reconnected me with three girls who I've been friends with since we were 7 years old, and who I completely lost touch with once we all went our separate ways in college, and I am so, so grateful to have made those connections again. So yes. Good & bad, for sure.

You see? More reasons for me to hate Crocs right there. I'm klutzy enough in regular shoes. I don't need to go smashing my lady bits into parking lots. I like my lady bits. Also? Your dad is bad ass.

Oh yay! I love Miss Doxie, she was on my blogroll for years, and I've been wondering what on earth happened to her. Thanks for the update, I thought she'd left the Internet for good.

That picture MADE MY NIGHT. I'm not even kidding. Awesome.