I wasn’t going to do confessions this week because I took all week to come up with last week’s list and I got kind of confessed out! My list this week was turning out to be lame and ranty, but I am going for consistency, here and if you don’t like it, well whatever, I probably don’t either. Let’s get together and bitch about me, shall we?

As usual, these are my own personal thoughts, un-santized for your entertainment. Wetnap?

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Disclaimer- My confessions are my real and true thoughts and are not intended to be Politically Correct. If you want me to lie about how I feel, I require dinner first.

I confess that I hate small talk. Ooooh. Hate. I am shy (seriously) and I don’t like having to think of inane things to say. I don’t have a feeling about the weather. I really don’t. It’s cold or it’s hot. Okay. That’s about as far as that conversation is going. I was taught that a conversation is like a game of volleyball– each person is responsible for volleying “the ball” over the net and not letting the “the ball” hit the floor. I hate sports analogies.

I confess I will roll my eyes if someone sends me a video link to YouTube. I don’t want to see a six year old dance to Single Ladies, a talentless hack embarass him or herself in front of the nation and so help me Jeezy, if the link is the cast of Glee even breathing, I will cut.you. [Read more →]

They say confession is good for the soul. My soul should be all good, after this week!

Borrowed from the Internet. Thanks!

• In review: I still hate the Olympics and socks. I still really don’t like Mr. Mayer.
• Ever since I fell down a flight of stairs last year, I’m kind of afraid of stairs and I avoid them like the plague. Curbs too. I just see myself hurling over the edge. I confess that I’ve turned into a wuss and that bugs me.
• Sometimes, especially in the winter, I will come home on Friday, get into bed and not get back out of it until Sunday. I confess I really look forward to that, some weeks.
• I confess that I have never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day. I’ve never had a date on Valentine’s Day.  I confess that kind of makes me sad, every year, as much as it shouldn’t really matter because it’s a Hallmark Holiday and  we should show romantic love everyday, not just on Feb 14th.  The first time I actually have a Valentine on Valentine’s Day??? That poor, poor man.
• I’ve been dieting. I’ve lost about 10 lbs. I confess I think I gained it back, this week. I tried to take a day off for the SuperBowl. It’s turned into an off week.
• Last week I made a decision to stop doing something that was doing more harm than good, as least from my perspective. I confess that although it leaves some people in a bind, I feel relief.
• I had something in this spot that I was going to confess. It was sex and toys related but… I’m glad I saved this as a draft because I decided not to post it. I confess I’m a coward and I’m scared people will think I’m stupid and immature. Holy cow and thank God for being skittish.
• Sometimes I read warnings on bottles and wonder what the hell happened that made them put that warning on that label. Like who’s dumb enough to do some of this stuff? Then I figure it must have happened, so now they specifically warn people not to do it. It must be why they also have warnings at the beginning of JACKASS.
• Sometimes I feel like I’m about 60 years old. And sometimes I feel like I’m about 13.
• My mom sent me an e-card yesterday. She’s never done that before. It really warmed my heart. I confess I almost didn’t send a card back to her. I don’t do well with touchy feely emotiony kinds of things.  I usually just eat. I did, though.
• I’m addicted to my blog stats. I look, all the time, several times a day, to see what people are looking at on my blog. I never thought I was all that interesting. Some days, you guys agree. :/ [Read more →]

It’s Thursday.

I decided last week that I was going to do confessions on Thursday, and I was even trying to gather up some funny ones to mix in with my ‘that’s real, yo’ words of truth and wisdom. But really? I’m just not feeling it today.

I had long, cold, kind of bad day. Not a bad work day, but some personal things came up, and I just checked out. My heart is kind of heavy and my mood isn’t very light, and this is not the mood I need to be in to do this post justice. So, I will work on climbing over the mountain and will hopefully return to Confessions Thursday next week.

I also realize I’ve not really made a post in February. I’m sort of slacking everywhere, aren’t I? I’ve been in a bit of a personal and creative slump. I’m hoping that I’ll be above water, soon. I was just saying, this morning, that I wish I could go on a writing vacation. Just me and my thoughts and the laptop. Peace and quiet and I could concentrate. Might be a good idea. I’d do it Valentine’s Day weekend but, clearly I’m going to be busy being a single loser that weekend, so… I’m all booked up.

Soon, though.

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::

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