Curvy Jones on: These Are My Confessions…

Going to try to keep these up, week to week. Some weeks I may have more. Some fewer. But I always have things I should admit to more than myself. So, cue the URSHER, turn down the lights (but leave enough light to read!!) and dig in.

These are my confessions::

• I have to be to work at 8. Sometimes I am still laying in bed at 7:40. My boss never says anything when I waltz in at 8:30, mostly because I work my tail off and skip lunch a lot. But still…. it’s kind of ridiculous since I live, maybe 2 miles from work. Seriously, about 10 minutes away.
• More than once in the past few weeks, I have discovered that my blouse is on inside out or backward. Sometimes I don’t correct the issue. I have one shirt that I wear backward on purpose.
• I hate the Olympics. Summer and winter. On occasion I will watch figure skating but most of it? Boring-tastic. I hate that NBC is going to be dominated by the Olympics for days on end.
• I may not be S.A.D. but I have certainly been a B.I.T.C.H. lately. Apologies to my friends. And if you didn’t notice, then disregard this one.
• I hate tipping. I do it because I am expected to appreciate service and because I don’t want people to spit in my food… I simply don’t think it’s my responsibility to subsidize a low rate of pay, but whatever. I rarely get services because I feel compelled to tip, and I hate doing it. I, however, tip very well.
• Sometimes… all the time… I’m jealous of people. I feel like a lot of people live a better life than I do. It occurs to me that some might feel the same about me. That doesn’t make me feel any better.
• I’ve considered getting some of those electronic cigarettes, but only if they provide Nicotine. Not cause I want to smoke but because nicotine is an appetite suppressant. Then I realize this is CRAZY and put the thought away. I still have the thought, every once in awhile. Would I really start smoking to lose weight? Stupid.
• I say, pretty often, that there are worse things than being alone. Truthfully, I can’t think of anything worse than going through life not being able to count on anyone else,  not having anyone else count on me. I confess I often take the coward’s way out and insist that I don’t want or need anyone, when it’s the thing I want the most. I can live without someone. It really isn’t what I want, though.
• I don’t like socks. It has to be very cold for me to wear them. I also don’t like shoes. I never wear them unless I am leaving the house.
• He seems all the rage, but I don’t much like Jo.hn May.er  and I don’t understand the appeal of his music. He’s also quite unsexy, to me. He is, however, kind of snappy and sarcastic and as a snappy and sarcastic person, I can get with that
• I need a pedicure. I have needed a pedicure for forever. I am too lazy to go to the salon and get one. My feet are horrid.
• And yet I can’t wait until open toed shoe and flip flop weather
• Sometimes I trim my fingernails with scissors– when they get so long I can’t type, esp on the phone. I get frustrated, grab a pair of scissors and snip snip.
• I got a 2bdrm 2 bath apartment for no reason… I’ve never used the 2nd bathroom and the 2nd bedroom has boxes in it. I regret it, now.
• I do NOT regret my car, but I get mighty salty having to send that payment every month after not having one for a few years.
• I am a control freak

I think that’s a good confessional session for this week! See ya’ll next Thursday!

Feeling light now,

Curvy Jones

Curvy Jones is a northerner playing a southerner who is living, working, playing in metro Atlanta.

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