Today, I am linking up with the best, also known as Staci and other lovelies, to bring you things that I will NEVER (ever ever) apologize for. Well maybe, but probably not.
Sorry I’m not sorry that…
-I blog at work on a crappy computer, which means that links don’t show up. (I’ll fix it later, promise.)
-I hated college and couldn’t be happier that that time in my life is OVER.
-I really can’t stand three-letter monograms. SO NOT SORRY.
-I’m needy and I whine a lot (only to the boyfriend, though). #onlychildproblems
-I love prison movies. Shawshank, Cool Hand Luke, The Green Mile, Stallag 17. Love ’em.
-I’m SO sick of Beyonce.
-On that note, I should tell you that I can’t stand Jennifer Lawrence.
-I have zero patience. Ever.
-You can tell what I’m thinking/feeling by my face. I’ve actually been told to “fix” this. Um…no.
-I am a grandma. Complete with never missing Jeopardy and going to bed at 9:30.
-I want people to like me and to like my blog. Let’s be real here. You can lie all you want about how you “just love writing” (I have a BA in English. I do love writing.), but seriously we all want to make friends. And it’s easier to make friends when you have a pretty blog. Fail. #idontcareimstillnotsorry
-The smell of peanut butter makes me gag. I can eat it, I just don’t do so well opening the jar.
-Poor grammar will make me hate you.
-I’m creepy with birthdays. As in, I will remember it forever if you only tell me once.
-I am directionally challenged. This is what a GPS is for.
-I have never seen The Bachelor.
-It irritates me when people refer to themselves as a twenty-something. Well, that’s nice, but why don’t you just tell me how old you are? Or don’t refer to it at all. kthanks.
-I sound bitter in this post. Maybe I am. Oh well!
That’s a lot of things. So I guess I’m also not sorry that my list was so long.