I confess that I only read fiction. Usually it's YA (young adult) fiction at that. I'm so mature.
I confess that while snowed in for a fifty-two days (or 5 + 2, whatev), my monthly week of PMSing perfectly coincided with cabin fever. Definitely one of my shining moments.
I confessss that I start making notes about Friday Confessionals on Friday...of the week before...immediately after that week's FCs post. I don't want to miss anything confessional worthy. Plus, it keeps me from fabricating information for entertainment purposes (i.e. lying. You know where you go for lying right? Coweta. It's a town about 15 miles from here and they were our rivals in school while I was growing up. I've always said that. Sorry if anyone from Coweta reads my blog. I guess I don't still feel that way, but old habits are hard to break.)
I confess that I felt like I had been transplanted in Alaska last week. Where's my igloo?
I confess that I am addicted to My Life As Liz on MTV. Yes, I'm 16 (x's 2 plus 1). I love that girl. While being snowed in I watched the Season 1 marathon.
Yes, I'm easily addicted to things.
Have you been hanging around these parts long? Never. Ever. Ever. introduce me to crack...or meth...or crank or coke or LSD...or any other illegal stimulant. My track record says that I'd be dead in a gutter missing all of my teeth in less than a month...but from what I hear I'd be skinny.
Anycrackwhore, I also need to confess that after watching the Season 1 of MLAL (we're on acronym basis now), I really want to go to prom again. Let's have a prom! Who's with me?!
Speaking of crackwhore habits, I went 7 days without Starbucks. *GASP*...big huge *GASP*. I've been admitted to the Radar Institute and am currently undergoing intense therapy. You can forward all of my mail and correspondence to:
c/o Radar Institute
78000 Crackwhore Drive
Tulsa, Ok 74146
I just made that up, so do not try to send me mail there. You'll waste your 44 cents.
Love and Rockets,