Thursday, July 7, 2011
Hey, look! you shout at yourself. Something new!
Then you wonder why you're talking to yourself and you give yourself a pinch for sarcasm. Yeah, alright. This whole blog is about unburdening myself. Now you get your turn, as well.
Let's call this The Thursday Confessional, shall we? I'll go first.
(Thinks to herself that there's not much she hasn't already confessed here.)
Okay, how's this? I have been having impure thoughts about Daniel Radcliffe. I know, I'm old enough to be his mother, but there it is. He's so.......... It's not even that I'm mentally playing with his wand, but I'm so struck by his physical beauty, it just seems wrong. Now how am I going to go see the last Harry Potter film without dying of cougar shame?
I hid the bag of Ghiradelli Twilight Dark Chocolate and flat out lied to two family members that it must have already been eaten.
I shut the youngest cat in the laundry room so she wouldn't escape while I was carrying the wash out to the line and forgot her for a couple of hours. I wasn't even that sorry when I opened the door later and she sauntered out all attitude flashing her tail like a fuzzy gray middle finger.
I owe a call to a friend so we can schedule a lunch date, but I keep avoiding it because I don't feel like making conversation or worrying that the $10 I spend on lunch could have been used more frugally. I truly suck at this friendship thing in person.
I'm skimming the book I'm reading instead of reading it properly. Part of me wants to savor every word, but the stronger part of me just wants to finish the book without skipping directly to the end. I'm dying to know what happens.
I cheated on my Sparkpeople food tracking thingy. I told it that I added only one teaspoon of sugar to my coffee when I know without a doubt that it was more like six teaspoons. I mean, the dang spoon stood straight up in the cup.
As I'm working on revisions to my novel, I keep asking myself if it wouldn't make a better screenplay. Maybe my writing is better suited to that. I can't create a fresh metaphor to save my life.
I'm craving cupcakes. With lots of frosting.
Okay, that's plenty from me. Now it's your turn.