Caving In

There is a virus going around Facebook. No, it isn't the kind of virus that makes your computer crash, or makes it necessary to get a prescription for antibiotics; it is much, much worse. It is the "25 Random Things About You" virus, and people keep trying to give it to me. If you are on Facebook (and who isn't) I am sure you have seen it, and maybe even filled it out and sent it on to friends. Basically it is a list of 25 things about yourself that no one may know, for all of Facebook to see. Now, there are a lot of things about me that no one, or few people, know about, but that actually makes me less likely to want to share them on Facebook. After all, I work with some of the people on Facebook, and I still care about the opinions of others.

Today was the fourth time I have been sent the "25 things" tag. This time it was sent by Susanne, which is sad, because I used to really like her. Unfortunately, now I have to dedicate the rest of my life to ruining her, because hers is the straw that has broken the camel's back -- I am finally going to fill this damn thing out. However, I am not doing it happily, and I am going to get a fucking blog post out of it.

1. I can fit my whole fist in my mouth.
2. I have two degrees, one in Theater, and one in Education. I use neither in my day to day life.
3. I am very afraid of alligators.
4. I make some of the best chocolate chip cookies in the world. Really.
5. I like eating raw pie dough.
6. I listen to sad Phil Collins songs when I am feeling pitiful.
7. I have webbed toes, but not as webbed as my Mom or my sisters. I have always been jealous of them because of that.
8. I have only been in love twice in my life, though I have tried to convince myself otherwise many times. The first one broke my heart, the second one I married.
9. I dance like no one is watching, when no one is watching. If I didn't, I could hurt someone.
10. I don't like socks.
11. I love naps.
12. When I don't want to dust, but I feel the house is too dirty I just try to blow the dirt away.

Okay, that's it. I thought I could get to 25, but I couldn't, I'm too bored. Aren't you bored? Yeah, I bet I lost you at number 9. But now I can say I attempted it, and I failed, and I am done.

I just hope no one else tags me with this thing. I am too busy forwarding e-mails about leprechauns do my fondest wish will come true in 12 hours. I mean, if I don't my head will explode. It's true -- a Nigerian prince told me.