Thursday, June 30, 2005

Relational Triangles

Warning: Long boring post containing extremely useful information.

This post was inspired by jane who made a post on June 20 posing what I thought to be an excellent question...and I just happen to be qualified to speak on the subject. It's a rather lengthy answer, so I've posted it here. Hope this helps.


They're created everyday and chances are theres at least one that's driving you insane this very moment.

Triangles usually have a long legacy and can "outlive" the people who participate in them-- when one person leaves, another usually takes their place.

There are 8 basic "rules" of relational triangles, and they can be summarized as follows:

1. a stable relationship between two individuals, A & B, can be destabilized by the addition (or removal) of a third person, C.

example: A & B are happily married. C is A's mother who upsets the balance between the couple when she comes to visit.

2. Conversely, an unstable relationship between two individuals, A & B, can be stabilized by the addition (or removal) of a third person, C. The resulting "stable" triangle is actually a dysfunctional triangle, where the relationship between A & B is "balanced" by the 3rd person, C.

example: a commonly occuring triangle is a failing marriage between A & B, in which they decide to have a child as a "distraction" rather than deal with the problems of their relationship.

3. An individual, C, cannot change the relationship between persons A & B. A change in the relationship of A & B can only occur when C changes his or her relationship with either A or B or both. You can only change a relationship to which you belong.

example: supervisor attempts to "make" employee behave in a certain way toward their job (ie: increase production or work overtime). If the boss continues to coerce the employee into the new behavior, the employee will either overtly or covertly resist even more.

4. If C attempts to "take responsibility" for the relationship between A & B, then C will likely end up with the stress of their relationship.

example: Relationship between A & B is damaged. Either on their own initiative, or when asked by A or B, person C takes the role of "fixer". The dysfunctional pattern occurs when C acts as a go between and "counselor" to both. Because they primarily interact through C and not directly with each other, the relationship between A and B gets more distant and less real. A & B are able to relieve themselves of the stress by shifting it onto C.
note: C can fill a valuable coaching role of listening to A or B "vent", help them get clarity about the problem, and encourage them to make plans to talk to the other person directly.


5. If C continues to attempt to change the relationship of A & B, that relationship will likely be transformed, by homeostatic forces, into the opposite of C's intent.

See example for #3.

6. All relational systems consist of a network of interlocking triangles. Homeostasis from other triangles in the system will tend to resist and "push back" change.

example: I think it's easiest to imagine homeostasis as a thermostat. Imagine you set it to 72. The room does not stay at exactly 72 degrees, the temperature may rise or fall causing the heat to come on when it drops below 68 or the ac if it rises past 76. This balance is homeostasis and is very similar to the "push and pull" created when C behaves in a way that is outside of the triangle's norm. Because all members of the triangle belong to several other (interlocking) triangles, this shift of balance has a ripple effect on the other triangles in the system causing them to "push back".

7. Conflict usually gets "stuck" on one of the sides of a dysfunctional triangle rather than "move around" as it would in a healthy system.

see example for #4.

8. A thing or idea can replace any of the persons A, B or C in a relational triangle.

example: A, to avoid dealing with the troubled or unstable relationship with B, "escapes" into a "stabilizing" pseudo relationship with an activity, substance or thing (C). This is a common occurrence in our culture.
note:If the intent is a temporary escape to allow for the reduction of stress or for time to process in order to deal with the troubled relationship, it can be a healthy triangle. A signal that it's possibly an addictive process is when the escape behavior becomes a repeating pattern and the troubled relationship never actually gets resolved. It's important you do not confuse this with physical addiction, which is a different process.


So you've found yourself in a dysfunctional triangle. What now?

Here is a (commonly occurring) example situation:
Someone, in the role of B, is having a problem with another person, A. B tries to relieve their anxiety about the problem with A by trying to engage you, C, into a dysfunctional triangle, rather than address A directly. What do you do?

How to break the triangle:

1. Define boundaries and wants--
Determine what you want out of the situation, and in your relationship with B. Identify your boundaries about what you are willing and not willing to do. Share with B at appropriate points in the conversation.

2. Decide Response--
Decide whether you want to take a limited role or a coaching role.

Points to consider:

a. Would you benefit from an improved relationship between B & A in terms of work or family atmosphere, clarity of responsibilities, etc.?

b. Which choice would best support the type of relationship you want with B?

c. If you are reluctant to coach, how much is due to your possible conflict avoidance tendencies?

3. If you choose a limited role, inform B, and encourage them to deal with A directly.

Elements of the coaching role:

4. Attentive Listening--
Listen without interrupting, agreeing or disagreeing. Wait until B has finished speaking before asking any questions and then paraphrase what B has said to check for clarity and demonstrate understanding.

5. Encourage specificity--
Get B to be specific about what they're unhappy about with A. Elicit specificity using behavior description, feelings description, specifics about who, what, when.

example of behavior description (vs. interpretation of behavior):

descriptive - B did not say anything when A asked him/her a question.
interpretive - B did not hear A.

both are referring to the same incident, but the first example is observable by everyone. The second can only truly be known by B.

example of Feelings descriptions (vs. feelings implied):


feelings implied - They all think their department is the most important one.
feelings described - A & B spoke up strongly about what their department needed in the meeting today. I'm worried that our department's needs on this project will be overlooked.

both examples are referring to the same situation. The first statement conveys strong feelings, but we don't really know what they are. The second clearly states a feeling of worry, and is specific to who, when, and why.


6. Summarize and check perceptions--
Summarize your understanding of how the disruption of A & B's relationship is affecting B, including what s/he feels about it and what s/he wants. Check out these perceptions with B to verify.

Note: Try not to focus on the specifics of a particular incident between A & B (the "he said, she said" trap). Instead, try to get B to focus on the impact of the conflict on them, and the patterns which seem to recur.

7. Coach for clarity and action--
Help B identify what s/he wants in the relationship with A, and what steps s/he will take with A to improve things.


If you've made it to the end of this post and you're actually still interested or have any questions, please leave a comment or send an email.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

I always knew the bitch was crazy, but damn...

my mom is delirious. I hope this menopause shit wears off quick, yo.

her latest:

mom: "when are you going to make me a grandmother?"
me: "..."
mom: "I'm ready to be a grandma"
me: "you'd better hurry up and have some more kids then, that's not my deal"
mom: "I don't want more children, I want GRANDCHILDREN"
me: "I'm 23, I'm unemployed, I'm still in school, I'm not married, I HATE kids.. and you think I should start shooting babies out of my ass?"
mom: "they don't come out of your ass. And it's really about time you got married"
me: "oh?"
mom: "you two have been living together forever now"
me: "ma, it hasn't even been 2 years."
mom: "well, you guys have been together for, what, 6 or 7 years? You know, I'm counting."
me: "then you can't count for shit; it'll be 5 in september."
mom: "well, you shou.."
me: "mom, just shut up"

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

did a bit of drinking camping off cooper river

New photo album on my webshots page.

Here's a little preview (click on an image for larger view):



Not as many pictures as I expected to get; I forgot my spare batteries and the ones I had died pretty quickly.

...all the more reason to go back next weekend :)

a mole tried dig out of the ground right underneath my bed and when I walked on the floor of the tent I could feel "mole tunnels" er whatever.
I was not impressed.
Tickles got lots of mosquito bites and I don't have any. I swam and got sunburned. spent most of the weekend sitting in the river. drank lots of fat tire. The Tapeworm and I tried to see how many 'smores it would take us before we puked but we both gave up at 3.

I got rather well acquainted with my dutch oven over the weekend. Made some kickass chili and baked cornbread (!) and it [cornbread] all came out in one piece and was only a little black on the bottom! So proud...

I made some berry cobbler and ate like half of it. Dutch ovens pretty much rock and I think it sucks that I can't use it at my apartment.

Monday, June 20, 2005

beans n' weenies


I'm leaving Thursday to go camping for 5 days and I gotta come up with some camp recipes. So far I have planned some foil packet vegetables and I'm guessing that's not gonna cut it, so I need some input here guys:


What is your favorite "tried and true" camp food?


I'll have a fire pit to use and I'm bringing my (charcoal) barbecue so I'm not exactly "roughing it" ..and I think someone might bring a propane stove.
I have lots of cast-iron pans and enamel ware.
I also have a cast-iron dutch oven (and a very vague idea of what to do with it).


**Oh, and please, try to come up with something a little more creative than 'smores :p

Saturday, June 18, 2005

limburger

I was in the student lounge before an exam and this girl named Sarah that always sits behind me walked up and was like, "do you have a minute to help me?" and I was like, "sure" because I'm a fucking nerd and I get off on the fact that people seek my help.

She sat down and I almost gagged because she smelled so fucking rank, like lutefisk and 3 day old armpit. I was actually trying to hold my breath and talk and I would turn my head to take another breath.

Anyhow, I was trying to explain the shit to her as quickly as I could but she doesn't listen and starts panicking when she doesn't understand. I'm trying to be patient and not be too obvious about the fact that I think she's a retarded werewolf bitch and I can't breathe at all because of the stench permeating from her body.

And then her cell phone rings.

Normally I would just be annoyed that she is wasting my time and doesn't even have the courtesy to step away while she answers her phone, but instead I was thinking, who the hell would want to call you and WHY??

She turned out to be one of those people that think I want to know who/what that call was all about when she gets off the phone and she couldn't be any more wrong, but of course she proceeds to tell me about how that was her sister letting her know that she had the vcr set to record dr.phil for her.

I don't understand why people like that even waste their tuition.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Art, defined.

One more final and I'm through with that bitch for the rest of the summer. I am going to be so incredibly drunk by 8:30 tonight. It's definitely going to be one of those shameless pissing in the middle of the street kind of nights. Wish me luck.



Went to some piece of shit artshow with the Tapeworm to get a bag and there was no fucking art there, just some canvas with a bunch of scribbles all over it. I'm not even being a bitch, it was seriously scribbles like someone had written their name about 400 times in the same spot and hung a $50 price tag on it. There was a kickass bed that stood on huge steel spikes and I wanted it but I think it would probably fuck my carpet up and I don't know how I would get it in here.
Oh yeah, I'm poor too.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

My God, That's An Ugly Baby!

Hey, it's Tickles' birfday today.

Don't be a cunt; go wish him a happy 27th. And send money.




...I guess I'm just easily amused.

Friday, May 27, 2005

F is for Fuck

It's a beautiful day. 89 degrees outside, full sun, not a cloud in the sky.
Dying in my 115 degree apartment, fans circulating hot air through the room. Scaring all the people in the building across the way with my pasty white ass.

I got that itis.

And even though I'm taking the "night-time formula", it's too damn hot to sleep.
I have some cough suppressant/expectorant.
I'm obviously no doctor, but isn't that a bit of an oxy-moron?
How can I expectorate if I'm not coughing?



I need more good blogs to read...any recommendations???

Preferrably something not already on my blogroll. And please, nothing political.

**contrary to popular belief, this is NOT an invitation for you to leave some bullshit comments just because you like to see your own name in print. We'll forgive Abe because he's fucking old and the heat is probably too much for him. Besides, he lives in Ohio. They don't know any better.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Repressed Childhood Memories

I was just telling my boyfriend that I am probably the only person in the free world to watch Star Wars in order of Phantom Menace to Return of the Jedi.

He said, "No, you've seen it".

I was like, "No, I've never seen the original trilogy".

He said, "You've seen Wookiees and Ewoks".

Then I said, "That's only because my dad used to call me in the room like,
"Hey, come look at these little hairy boys!"

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Yeah, I'm a Dumb Bitch.

Around 10pm, I was at 7-11 using a payphone to call a guy I knew from school for a bag.
He said he wasn't far from where I was, and he would meet up with me a few blocks from there. I had no idea where he was coming from or if he was on foot or not, so I start walking figuring he'd find me.

I had gone about 4 blocks when a guy, about 30, in a convertible pulled up to the intersection I was approaching.
He looked straight at me and said, "Hey..."

I was a little weirded out that Pete had sent someone else to meet me and not warned me about it, but I walked around the car and let myself in.
He smiled and seemed kind of surprised.



Suddenly feeling like something was more than a little weird, I was like, "You're not Pete's friend, are you?"
He started cracking up and said, "You thought this was a drug deal, didn't you?!"

Horrified, I leapt from his car with the quickness, in complete shock that I had just gotten in some random car driving by.
I was sufficiently freaked out at that point, but he decided to take it up a notch saying, "You don't have to go..."

I was laughing so hard by the time I met up with the "right" guy I barely got out the words to explain what I had just done.


So like 2 weeks later, I'm in a totally different (much worse) neighborhood with a friend and, like a couple of dumbasses, we had just gotten robbed by 2 crackheads.
It was 1am, we had no money and no one to call so we started on the 6 mile walk back to West Seattle.

This SUV pulls up next to us as we're crossing the Bartells parking lot and I'm like, "Okay, what the fuck." I look up and it's the same friggin' guy from the convertible! I almost lost it.
My friend is like, "How do you know him?"


Of course all bad situations start out: He seemed nice enough and he was offering us a ride...
It's late, I don't really want to spend the next 2 hours walking back home, so we're like, "Sure!"

The closer we get to West Seattle the more he's pushing us to 'hang out' a bit. He says he's bored, plans got messed up tonight and he was so surprised to have run into me again he was hoping we could stay and chat..just for a little while.

Being the little twits that we were, we agreed (I guess I didn't mention that he was really hot, did I?). It doesn't take long before he's hitting on me rather aggressively and I am a little standoffish as he is obviously much older than me (I was 16 at the time) and a little too interested. He says, "If you're not attracted to me, I'll stop." Somehow he got my friend in on the pressuring me, and she's like, "Just do it. He's hot."

Sounded like the voice of reason to me...


So he's handing me his business card and I'm like, "Uh, ok.", when he mentions something about how HIS POOR WIFE is home with a cold and how he's looking forward to hearing from me soon as he can foresee "glorious day-time sex" in the near future.



I suppose I should be glad that I'm a little young to have been a Bundy victim. I guess I wasn't too smart back in the day.



***New information has just come to light:

My boyfriend (we were good friends at the time) has just reminded me that at some point during this encounter, he pulled out his niggardly "schlong" to show me what I'd be missing.

How the FUCK did I manage to forget that little detail?

Needless to say, these are about the only words we've exchanged today.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Relational Psychology; a little quiz

Found this over at Chris Nystrom's blog. I found it to be quite accurate and I'm curious to know how it turns out for you...

Have a pen and paper handy before you read any further. As soon as you read a question, write the answer right away.

Read the following questions, imagining the scenes in your mind, and write down the FIRST thing that you visualize. Do NOT think about the questions excessively.

Ready?


1. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?

2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?

3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?

4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your Dream House. Describe its size.

5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?

6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining table. Describe what you see on AND around the table.

7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?

8. What do you do with the cup?

9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is is it?

10. How will you cross the water?


*The results are posted as the first comment*

Saturday, April 23, 2005

100 Things Carrie

What can I say? I felt left out...


1. I am addicted to rigorous exercise.
2. I hate sports.
3. I LOVE lentils.
4. I am afraid of the dark. Still.
5. I hate Sundays.
6. I was born on a Tuesday.
7. I love Jamba Juice. My current favorite is Orange Berry Blitz.
8. The Stranger (a local paper) put out an article about me once.
9. I've been arrested at least a dozen times.
10. I had my mother arrested once.
11. She never lets me forget it.
12. I can't drive. I've tried twice and I suck.
13. I hate coffee.
14. I used to work as a barista.
15. My parents kicked me out for the first time when I was 15.
16. It was (mostly) over a boy.
17. I HATE wearing shorts. I wish other people wouldn't do it either.
18. I won't throw my old magazines out (or anything else for that matter). It's kind of a problem.
19. I tried to break a SoBe tea bottle over a guy's head. About 15 times.
20. I actually didn't get arrested for that. And his dad made fun of him for getting his ass kicked.
21. When I was 14 I climbed in through my vacationing grandparent's window to steal some liquor.
22. I got busted. It sucked (the liquor and getting in trouble).
23. I got two gay boys kicked out of their two different houses in the same 24 hours.
24. I got stuck in an hospital elevator with my grandmother for 5 hours once.
25. I think about it every time I ride one.


26. I was adopted.
27. I hate spinach.
28. At 15, I hitchhiked to Portland for no reason.
29. It annoys me that my boyfriend NEVER turns his computer off.
30. I annoy him CONSTANTLY.
31. I'm rather financially irresponsible.
32. I've (gasp!) never watched the original Star Wars Trilogy.
33. I hate children. ALL children. I get high, folks. They TOTALLY kill my buzz.
34. I was potty-trained with a Michael Jackson record. I got to play it every time I "went". --Why am I telling you this?
35. I don't like wearing makeup. Anymore. Only benetint.
36. I love pecan (er, all) pie.
37. 3 years later, and I am still pretty sore about Ben & Jerry "offing" Wavy Gravy.
38. I went crazy (clinically termed psychosis) Thursday, January 28 1999. It lasted months and gradually "wore off".
39. It completely changed me.
40. I love tent camping.
41. I'm afraid of boats, especially little ones.
42. I really hate Sex and the City.
43. But I've never watched it. Not even for a minute.
44. My favorite thing to eat is Moqueca de Peixe; A Bahian-style fish stew.
45. I couldn't live without my Römertopf.
46. I like chunky peanut butter. More than a little.
47. I can't ever remember to bring my bread punch card to the Great Harvest. I have like 47 cards with 3 or 4 stamps on 'em. They owe me a lot of free loaves.
48. My mom STABBED ME WITH A FORK once. I bled. We were eating dinner and I had a friend over. --And I want you to know that I don't piss my time away drawing pictures of BEING STABBED BY MY MOTHER for just anyone--I did that one EXCLUSIVELY FOR YOU GUYS.
49. Lillies are my favorite flowers.
50. I eat waaaaaay too much junk food. It's probably taking several years off of my life.


51. I got fired once for stealing garbage.
52. I hate talking on the phone.
53. I lived in the hood.
54. I HATE the name 'Jones'.
55. I once stayed up for 15 days. With a little help.
56. I'm a "Supervisor Guardian" according to the Kiersey Sorter.
57. Most of my home decor was bought at Archie McPhee.
58. I watch Dawson's Creek in the mornings. Shut up, I dig Pacey.
59. I want pretty much everything.
60. I'm scared to death of earthquakes.
61. I look forward to the Puyallup Fair all year long. Mostly because of funnel cake.
62. I never remember movies. I can seriously watch the same movie twice and not even know it. That might be drug related, I don't know.
63. No one ever sends me anything good, but I still look forward to checking the mail everyday.
64. Yellow is my favorite color.
65. I puked all over a guy's room playing Kings (it's kinda funny because he's a total jackass). I "lost"; had to slam 8 bottles of Sunfest, some summer brew from Pyramid. Should've cheated; 20 minutes later I got the spins and spewed everywhere.
66. I puked at one of Tickles' friend's houses. Not pretty. Drank A LOT of Butterscotch Martinis before I showed up. They wanted to watch the fucking Hobbit cartoon movie (FUCKING HATE THAT SHIT). Oops. Yakked all over the den. Made an ass of myself. note: I don't know if it was completely due to this incident, but it took a LONG ASS TIME for that guy to decide I was (undeniably) cool again--but now he knows.
67. I saw a girl eat dog puke while I was on mushrooms. I wasn't hallucinating that.
68. Tickles is in complete denial, but I'm pretty sure Metal is just another word for Butt Rock.
69. If there is such a thing as "will power", I have it in abundance. I can be incredibly stubborn.
70. I HATE "new" music.
71. At 17, I worked in a theatre for a short period. During that time, I consumed a truly shameful amount of butter-flavored topping.
72. I crave spaghetti more often than any other food.
73. I hate math and I work in finance.
74. Tickles and I can't share food at all. I love tomatoes; He can't stand them. I want artichokes, feta and sunflower seeds on the pizza, but he thinks there's only 2 kinds of pizza; pepperoni and without pepperoni. I LOVE onions and he won't eat them (but we both agree the green ones are icky). He loves macaroni and cheese and I think that shit belongs at the food bank...we pretty much live off of Jamba Juice.
75. This is my 4th year on the SELF Challenge. I still haven't won anything. Damnit.


76. I'm just as mean in real life as I am on the internet :) Maybe meaner.
77. Dooce is my hero. She ROCKS!
78. I love my little piglet.
79. I'm #1 Billie Holiday fan on Audioscrobbler.
80. I have inspired at least one person to visit RichArt!
81. My "pet peeve" is hair around the bathtub drain. And I face it almost daily.
82. Tickles and I once shared an 400sq. ft. apartment (with enough furnishings for a small house) for a little over a year. That's about the size of a bedroom.
83. I've had more than one guy go gay on me. It's my curse; gay guys always want to give it one last go...with me. I seriously need to develop some sort of "gaydar" (or move out of Seattle!).
84. I eat with my fingers (which led to #48).
85. I got a little girl to flip me off yesterday. And Tickles saw it. I ROCK!
86. I like miniature stuff. Like the 1/8oz. bottles of Tabasco I got on a train. And the 2.25oz. bottle of Heinz Ketchup I pocketed at brunch one morning. I'll never use it, but I like to have it around.
87. I ate maggots once. Not intentionally.
88. I had no hair when I met my boyfriend.
89. I'm crazy about shamrock shakes from McDonald's (I don't even want to think about what it's made from).
90. When I was like 10, I spilled a shamrock shake on the patio at McDonald's and before I could come back to clean it up, some boy slipped in it and got his clothes all messy. He poured Chicken McNugget honey in my hair. That wasn't very cool of him.
91. I can't stand when Rachael Ray (from Food Network) says, "E.V.O.O." instead of extra virgin olive oil. And her dumbass laugh, too.
92. I dig Boca.
93. I "made" a vegetarian eat a chicken sandwich (with cheese!) once (I say "made" because SHE ORDERED IT and then BLAMED ME for not telling her it contained chicken). She ate half the damn sandwich before she stopped to ask me what the "white stuff" was. Her "life partner" got all pissy with me and the vagitarian puked and cried.
94. I've had Juella, my Eastern Rosella, since I was nine years old.
95. I got gassed at the WTO protest in Seattle in '99. That shit burned my lungs.
96. When I was like 7, I gave my grandma a list of her stuff I wanted when she died.
97. I got really pissed and threw a guys stuff off of my roof once (#53 makes it all okay). It was quite satisfying.
98. I am suffering through "Transformers The Movie" right now (anyone who's heard the soundtrack knows what I'm talking about). If that isn't love, it'll have to do.
99. I was homeless at age 15 for about 9 months. As a result, I am extremely independent and self-reliant.
100. If I had to describe myself in a word, It'd have to be arrogant. I think anyone who knows me would agree with that.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

"Aiyyo, I got a slight problem; I smoke weed too much"

I got a weed hangover. That shit ain't never happened to me before! Me & Tickles got RETARDED HIGH yesterday, smoked up SIX deliciously different strains in the same 10 minutes. Dumbasses, huh? Yeah well...

And I totally exposed myself in class tonight (no, not about the weed :p )
This course is far different from any other I've attended and focuses on DOING rather than TALKING about doing. Well, tonight I 'DID'. And no one else followed, yo. They totally pussed out! FUCKERS!
I know I'm being vague...but it's my blog, damnit! Anyhow, I was feeling kinda naked and uncomfortable in front of people I've only met twice.

Falling can be deadly; Please stay on the trail

Oh yeah, almost forgot-- I was fired Tuesday. Actually, I haven't officially heard about it yet, but they let Tickles know. I'll still try to act surprised when I find out, nonetheless.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Nabbed this one from Alli's page...I did it, and so should you

Check them if they apply... if they're blank, you're guilty...

(x) I've Never Crashed A Friend's Car

(x) I've Never Been To Japan

( ) I've Never Been In A Taxi

( ) I've Never Been In Love

( ) I've Never Had Sex In Public

( ) I've Never Been Dumped

( ) I've Never Done Cocaine

( ) I've Never Shoplifted

( ) I've Never Been Fired

( ) I've Never Been In A Fist Fight

(x) I've Never Had Group Intercourse (does AA count as a "group"?)

( ) I've Never Snuck Out Of My Parent's House (hahahah...ahahahaha...)

( ) I've Never Been Tied Up

( ) I've Never Regretted Having Sex With Someone (while I was doing it, that is)

( ) I've Never Been Arrested

( ) I've Never Made Out With A Stranger

( ) I've Never Stolen Something From My Job

(x) I've Never Celebrated New Years In Time Square

( ) I've Never Gone On A Blind Date

( ) I've Never Lied To A Friend

( ) I've Never Had A Crush On A Teacher

(x) I've Never Celebrated Mardi-Gras In New Orleans

(x) I've Never Been To Europe

( ) I've Never Kissed A Member Of The Opposite Sex

( ) I've Never Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex

( ) I've Never Skipped School

( ) I've Never Slept With A Co-Worker

(x) I've Never Cut Myself On Purpose

(x) I've Never Had Sex At The Office

(x) I've Never Been Married

(x) I've Never Been Divorced

(x) I've Never Had Sex With More Than One Person Within The Same Week

(x) I've Never Posed Nude (its not posing if you're having sex, is it?)

(x) I've Never Gotten Someone Drunk Just To Have Sex With Them

(x) I've Never Killed Anyone (...yet)

(x) I've Never Received Scars From My Sex Partner

( ) I've Never Been Drunk

( ) I've Never Smoked Pot

(x) I've Never Thrown Up In A Bar (do bushes outside the bar count?)

(x) I've Never Taken Ecstasy

( ) I've Never Purposely Set A Part Of Myself On Fire

( ) I've Never Eaten Sushi

(x) I've Never Been Snowboarding

( ) I've Never Had Sex At A Friend's House While They Were Throwing A Party

( ) I've Never Had Sex While A Friend Was In The Room

(x) I've Never Had Sex In A Dressing Room

( ) I've Never Flashed Anyone

(x) I've Never Met Anyone From Online