Day 30 — One question or subject matter if I were asked here on 30 Days of Blogging Honesty I know I would refuse to answer or definitely lie about is…
There is nothing. Try me. As long as the truth is mine to tell, I’ll tell it.
Sure, there are plenty of things I will keep buttoned up
like the snacks I keep hidden in my panty drawer. But if someone were to ask specifically, “Hey, Meg, what else do you keep tucked away in your top drawer Mmrrmmm, mmrrmmmmm, mrmmmm?” I’d answer obligingly and then slam my head against a wall in mortification.
If you don’t believe me – Ask me anything. Anything that has not been asked in these 30 days that you would like to know.
…just be sure you want to know the answer…
Day 29 — My television is showing the same show on every channel. I really don’t mind watching ____________ (from the 1960′s) and I really love this show because…
The Sound of Music. It’s not a show it’s a movie, I know. But I could watch it all day everyday. I know, I’ve done it before.
When I was in college, I had the BEST. JOB. EVER (well, I had four of them but one of them was the BEST. JOB. EVER)!! I was a parking garage attendant. Luckily, I didn’t have a social life…er, unluckily? Er… Well, I just didn’t have one so I would greedily snatch up every available 8pm – 2am shift that I could. The 6 hour shift was the longest one available and after 10pm it was Deadsville so studying was possible. Yes, this genius learned herself how to get paid to study, don’t be jealous. Also, what this genius did was watched The Sound of Music back to back during this 6 hour shift. If this genius were being honest, which she is, she would also admit her very available social calendar may have allowed her to be available to work every shift at the Perkins Garage on Saturdays and Sundays. These days in this garage were notoriously slow because they were all the way on the other side of campus and made for great weekends of TSOM marathons.
Now that I think about it – I don’t understand why I didn’t have a social life…the mere fact this story exists to be told demonstrates how terribly awesome I was (and still am).