I confess that I've opened up like half the threads on the front page, typed a response and then scrolled down and clicked back to the other page. Nothing I can write means anything. I used to be able to make random conversation online, but now it's just like real conversations. Nothing I have to say ever seems worth the trouble it takes to say it.
I confess that I'm super anal-retentive about grammar/punctuation. in every situation, even the stupidest, shortest posts. (And including IMing.)
I confess that I wish someone would IM me, but no one's ever on anymore.
I confess that I'm too cold without my sweater, and too hot with it, and the static generated by switching is not making the situation better.
I confess that I made a MySpace page, but have been stuck on the pick-a-URL step for like two hours because the name I wanted was gone and I can't decide on one that isn't stupid and isn't taken. Seriously, I know I'm two years too late and all, but it's impossible to find anything that doesn't suck. (And abusing Xes and slashes, etc., is cheap.)
I confess that trying to make sense of the bus schedules gave me a headache, and it turns out there isn't a bus stop on the route I need that's less than a mile away. Bah.
