I’m sorry that (by a wide margin) the majority of visitors to PeterIsSorry.com come here looking for erotic content (usually erotic cannibalism). Unfortunately, no one has come looking for erotic robot vacuum cleaner stories, which is more my area of expertise.
I’m sorry that my apartment smells like a combination of a minor gas leak and burt tuna fish. I don’t have any leaking gas (that kind, anyway) or tuna here. Curious.
I’m sorry that every time Mexican food, Mexico, or Mexicans are mentioned, I immediately order some mexican food (online, so that I don’t have to talk on the phone).
I’m sorry that almost all my pants have really awkward holes in the crotch now. I’m also sorry that I’m going to keep wearing them anyway (until my mom sends me some new ones).
I’m sorry for telling a male teacher that I would marry him if he would just buy me some pizza.
I’m sorry for eating an ice cream sandwich SO HARD that I ended up bleeding all over the ice cream. (The miniature chocolate chips were cutting up my gums. It was totally worth it.)