Everyone has guilty pleasures. They are enjoyable, but for some reason society says we’re supposed to feel bad about them. I ask myself, “why?” Why be embarrassed for something that makes me happy? I’m going to confess some of mine and try to live my life guiltlessly.

I love “Party In The U.S.A.” by Miley Cyrus. 

We all play this song sarcastically at parties and it always gets a couple whoops and prompts a sing along, the drunker, the louder. But I really do like this song, and I play it when I’m alone, frequently. Right now, it’s the third most played song on my iTunes behind Shaggy’s “Mr. Boombastic” and Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.”

I can dance. 

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t dance. But it’s not because I can’t, because I can. I can dance better than you. Waaay better. Sometimes, before bed, I do the entire “Thriller” dance in front of the mirror. RIP, MJ.

My favorite thing about winter is watching people slip on the ice. 

I know this sounds bad, but I’m not wishing for these people to get hurt. I always make sure they’re okay and I don’t laugh in front of them. But when I walk away I almost immediately tell everyone I just watched somebody bite it big time, and I definitely tweet about it. Classic.

“How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days” 

I have seen this movie four times.

I watch the WNBA. 

I make fun of it a lot, but I do watch it. The Minnesota Lynx won the championship last year. It was nice to be a winner since the Twins were so disappointing. I actually started to enjoy watching them and even though none of them can even touch the net, I expect I will continue to do so.

I’m lazy. 

I would explain this one, but it’s like, a lot of typing. Forget that.

I like talking in weird accents. 

On any given night, you could hear me pretending to be 30-40 different people. Some people I know fairly well have quite possibly never heard me speak in my real voice. The best part about funny voices is creating crazy catch phrases to match them. Try it.

I keep up with celebrity gossip. 

I have wasted countless hours of my life reading about stupid celebrity gossip. I love it. Speaking of which, did you hear Snooki is pregnant?

There. I feel much better.