In an effort to relieve my conscience and perhaps give better insight into me, I confess the following things. Some may not surprise you, some may, and at some you just might shout Aha! I knew it!.

I confess… I sometimes buy Bridal magazines and will look through them for hours.

I confess… It was me who jammed the printer that time and then blamed it on the mail room guys.

I confess… That “stew” I made this weekend? It was supposed to be soup. It called for 2 quarts of water to be added at one point, and, not having any kind of measuring device that uses quarts as units, I eye-balled it. Let’s just say that a quart is so much more than I thought it was.

I confess… I still don’t really know the proper situation in which to use the phrase “And how!”

I confess… I weigh a good fifteen pounds more than my driver’s license says. And I did at the time I applied for it, too.

I confess… I have ‘used the facilities’ while talking on the phone. Probably to you.

I confess… Despite the fact that it’s totally against the rules, I buy the White Elephant gift for my family’s Christmas exchange every year, purely for the reason of trying to give the present that gets the biggest laugh.

I confess… I have no idea what the White Elephant gift I got last year actually is. It’s a kind of a three-piece pottery thingy, but I have no idea what its actual function is.

I confess… I actually do have a vague recollection of making out with The Prisoner on my birthday, despite all of my fervent assertions to the contrary.

I confess… That Baja Men CD that I swear someone left in my car after a college volleyball tournament? I totally went out and bought it. It’s mine.

I confess… Even though I got a 3.0 on the papers I wrote on both The Autobiography of Fredrick Douglas and The Great Gatsby, I didn’t actually read the books. I didn’t even buy them.

I confess… I actually didn’t buy any of the required reading books my senior year in college. Not even right before the final.

I confess… I have told several people at work that the tattoo on my lower back is actually for my “favorite childhood book X Marks the Spot” despite the fact that that book doesn’t actually exist. I have only come clean to the few people who recognized it as the exact ‘X’ from The X-Files movie, and those that have put it together with the Mulder and Scully action figures I have on my desk.

I confess… I have an inappropriate jailbait crush on Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter fame.

I confess… I was named after my sister’s imaginary friend who was, at the time, a fireman on CHiPs.

I have plenty of other confessions that I could put here, but maybe this list will inspire you to drop a few of your own first.