I was thinking about them today, and I was also thinking how I really don’t have many. Oh, sure, there are things I don’t necessarily blab to the entire universe, but there’s not much my friends don’t know about me. If they don’t know it, it’s merely because they haven’t asked, and I haven’t wanted to shove my life history down anyone’s throat. Plus, I’m clearly quite shy about sharing. (That snort I just let out was decidedly unladylike.)
At any rate, because I’m obsessive like that, I sat and pondered this thought for a good, long while. I have no deep, dark secrets. I have nothing I’d be all that embarrassed for my friends to see or find out about. Except. This one little thing I do. I don’t know that it even qualifies as a “deep, dark secret” since I’m sure no one would even think twice about it. But it’s there, and if anyone were ever to come over and use my computer, they might possibly notice it, and I would feel the eensiest bit of discomfort over it.
I’m a bookmark addict. Firefox’s measly one line bookmark toolbar simply wasn’t adequate to my needs. I spent half an hour Googling how to make that toolbar expand to fit my “regularly clicked link” needs. I spent another five minutes putting in the code that would make it happen. But this isn’t really the secret part, nor is the fact that I have a lot of blogs on that tool bar a secret.
I’m a bookmark-toolbar-blog-snob. Yes. There’s the secret. Anyone who were to use my computer could discover within mere moments which blogs I love with all my black and tarry little heart. I’ve got the “best” blogs on that toolbar, and while I may not comment on them daily, those are the links I click when I have a chance to spend some time catching up. (Except the LJrs. With those blogs, I simply use LJ’s blog stalker tracking feature for those. Anyone who hacked into my LJ account could easily discern whether I think they’re worth reading or not because I’ve signed up to get notifications of updates via e-mail.)
Whew. Boy, I feel a little freer for having admitted that.
