Friday Confessions

I have some THINGS to confess...

That shouldn't surprise you by now...it's blatantly obvious...I'm bad. Melissa and I were discussing though, that at least we're willing to admit it when we're bad...that's the first step to recovery...I'm just stuck on step one. So, here's my confessions...

1. This has to be top on the list because...well, I'm obsessed...I have discovered the Twilight Saga...I have seen the light! If you haven't picked up this amazing read, you should. I know this was part of my confessions from last week, but the problem, or addiction I should say, has only strengthened...and I must confess it again. I *heart* Edward. He melts me. When my office gets cold, because the people in control of the thermostat are having a hot flash, I pretend that it's because Edward is close by.
2. I am sleep deprived. I haven't went to sleep before 1 'o clock in the morning since last week.
3. I've skipped breakfast everyday this week so that I could squeeze in just an extra 30 minutes with Edward.
4. My house is a disaster! No explanation needed.
5. My mom moved me up to the top of her prayer list...because I'm reading books about vampires. When I've went off on Twilight tangents this week, she usually brings me to a halt with "Jennifer Katherine" (in the most annoyed and appalled voice)...that's when I know I've went to far.
6. Michael hid my book from me...this is more of a confession on his behalf...but I'm sure there's something I'm guilty of here...I just can't quite put my finger on it...
7. On more than one occasion this week, I had Starbucks more than once a day. This too could probably be accredited to Twilight and sleep deprivation.
8. I had another brush with road rage. Apparently, this big 'ol 18-wheeler felt that I was following too closely on my drive to work a few mornings ago, and when I FINALLY made it past him, he rolled down his window and flipped me off!! I was so ready to take him on...me and my little HHR. So, what did I do? What any rational person would do...slammed on my breaks and got back behind him so he could see how furious I was that he flipped me off (how childish, btw). Then, he threw on his brakes and blew all this smoke in my face (well in my car's face). I was boiling by that time! My mind was racing trying to think of my next action, and about that time he took an exit. aRgH! It took the remainder of my ride to work and a Starbucks to feel better. What an idiot!
9. I didn't want Barack Obama to be president, but I will still do my best to be positive and appreciate that fact that we have choices in this great country of ours...even though things don't always turn out as we would like.
10. I can't just have 9 confessions, it's too uneven (I'm a little OCD).

I'll leave you with some quotes:

You're melting, right? ;)

Here's some other Friday Confession posts:
1. Yes, It's My Real Name...
2. The Crazy Daisy