The Kat House wants to put me in the dog house by tagging me with an embarassing posts meme (originally started by Christie’s Coffee Break).

You know, I really wish people would stop tagging me with silly memes and send me money instead. Or maybe a MacBook. Or the phone numbers of hot girls I’m currently stalking. You know, things I could actually use.

It’s a shame my blog can’t grow legs and run for its life whenever someone sets their sights on dropping a meme on me, especially when it requires highlighting embarrassing posts like this one does. That’s like asking me to find a drop of water in an ocean. Where does one even begin to choose from the many splendored goofs I’ve made here, starting with my offhand mention of twirling and dancing to the tune of Air Supply songs, to the time I once bid for a fake girlfriend on eBay? (…wait a second, I never wrote about that…. DAMMIT)

I think part of the problem is that I’ve never really experienced an embarrassing moment so much as I’ve had long stretches of humiliation that could last anywhere from a few months to several years. How can something like that be summed up in a mere handful of posts? I’d have to write a whole book instead.

Perhaps I should write a book, working title: “You think YOU got it bad??”