confessions: part 1

i have something to get off my chest. well, 40 things. you see, as recently as last november, i was reminded of the facebook tradition of posting something you are thankful for every day for THE ENTIRE MONTH OF NOVEMBER. as i read the posts of my morally superior friends, i decided two things: 1. i will never be warm-hearted and gracious enough to think of 30 things i'm thankful for. 2. what i CAN do, and i think it's in the same vein, is think of 40 confessions during this season of lent. that's the same, right?

admittedly, i am a little behind thanks to family hospitalizations and run-of-the-mill job loathing, but i solemnly swear to catch up. if you care to come with me of this journey of self-disclosure and absolution, welcome. if you think i'm tastelessly offensive in my mocking of the purer souls who mustered up the energy to give thanks when i point-blank refused to do so, you are probably right, but you also probably don't know me very well. i am only doing this because of a concept i learned about in an interpersonal communication class in college: when one person shares personal information, the other person feels obligated to match that with the sharing of equally personal information. so basically, you are all welcome in advance for the sensitive material i am about to reveal, and also, i win...because i promise that each of these forty lenten confessions will be more personal and embarrassing than those facebook posts about being thankful for low-carb tortillas and sunshine.