Elevator Confessions:
* I confess I cannot abide inferior adhesives in any form, but specifically, cheap tape. Godamighty, bring Dollar Store tape in my house and you will be excused.
* I confess that I'm on the fence as to trying to decide if there are more assholes inside the house or out, but considering it's just me and the two cats, I'm thinking it's in.
* I confess that I know that I would be a great personal "handler" for either someone wealthy, busy, on tour, or all of the above considering previous engagements, language skills, willingness to fly, "go" bag preparedness, and tanks for both shenanigans and fakery up with which I will not put, that can be shot up or down with a simple look, I'm kind of a keeper. Add to that I'm a decent shot and can look at a city map once and get the gist, I can drive on any side of the road, don't get seasick regardless the size of the vessel or wave, and will bait, catch, clean, and cook my own fish. Shit was that a resumé?
* I confess GREAT PRIDE to have picked Everton Football Club as my "Home Club" in the EPL. after much trepidation, asking so many opinions and getting so confused, After loving them through the season, they pulled a not too shoddy 5th in Barclay's, went on to Europa League.Then, USA side made into the World Cup and Our #TimHoward goes and breaks 2 footy records. First, with sixteen saves in a 38 shot onslaught match against Belgium, pity someone else couldn't have managed another goal to have lipped his stunning performance at the Keep. That said, not damn shabby at all for a bloody 35 year old who earned his 104th cap, breaking the American record, in the same match, as a sufferer of Tourette's, and supporter of Ink not Mink. Well done love, bloody well done.
* I confess to wishing that I could write FOAD letters for a living.
* I confess to being really pissed off at people who say they 'get' me and really don't, but insist, and seem to be thoroughly convinced that they do, then try to convince me further with how well they know, which, in fact, just pulls more dirt out of the hole, up into the air, then back down on them. Oopsie.(There are some of you who actually DO get me, the two insisters who don't, can't see these anymore.)
* I confess to having made a couple of forays into the online whatever THE FUCK that is they're calling 'dating' these days and there will be a photo comment as to how I feel about that. Maybe several.
* I confess to watching a LOT of episodes (I think all) of CATFISH the show) and if you DO give me your phone number, and I am remotely interested in you, I AM going to look you up, It is neither creepy, stalky, or weird. It is called being SAFE, and holding your ASS to a level of integrity in that, I expect ZERO violent convicts or shady fucks near my life.
* I confess to having an ongoing struggle with read, journal, write. Gonna have to start using a timer, or at least stop arguing with myself about it in public.
* I confess I have an acquaintance who believes that e-book publishing is not considered "being published." I'll make sure that the cruise it pays for isn't considered a "cruise" either, or a "house," or a "BMW". Wonder what we're going to "consider" the solar-powered electric fence…
* I confess that VA hold music is not music. it is seizure-inducing torture that attempts to get one to hang up in under 3 minutes.
* I confess to honestly believing that some days, the VA and DMV randomly switch out employees. The examinations seem equally perfunctory, the questions equally asinine and unrelated, the humans as bored and uninterested in your presence. Same badges… same number system… red pens… lots of paper….equal amount of actual things accomplished… SHIT I MAY HAVE FOUND THE BACK DOOR TO THE SENATE!
* I confess I cannot abide inferior adhesives in any form, but specifically, cheap tape. Godamighty, bring Dollar Store tape in my house and you will be excused.
* I confess that I'm on the fence as to trying to decide if there are more assholes inside the house or out, but considering it's just me and the two cats, I'm thinking it's in.
* I confess that I know that I would be a great personal "handler" for either someone wealthy, busy, on tour, or all of the above considering previous engagements, language skills, willingness to fly, "go" bag preparedness, and tanks for both shenanigans and fakery up with which I will not put, that can be shot up or down with a simple look, I'm kind of a keeper. Add to that I'm a decent shot and can look at a city map once and get the gist, I can drive on any side of the road, don't get seasick regardless the size of the vessel or wave, and will bait, catch, clean, and cook my own fish. Shit was that a resumé?
* I confess GREAT PRIDE to have picked Everton Football Club as my "Home Club" in the EPL. after much trepidation, asking so many opinions and getting so confused, After loving them through the season, they pulled a not too shoddy 5th in Barclay's, went on to Europa League.Then, USA side made into the World Cup and Our #TimHoward goes and breaks 2 footy records. First, with sixteen saves in a 38 shot onslaught match against Belgium, pity someone else couldn't have managed another goal to have lipped his stunning performance at the Keep. That said, not damn shabby at all for a bloody 35 year old who earned his 104th cap, breaking the American record, in the same match, as a sufferer of Tourette's, and supporter of Ink not Mink. Well done love, bloody well done.
* I confess to wishing that I could write FOAD letters for a living.
* I confess to being really pissed off at people who say they 'get' me and really don't, but insist, and seem to be thoroughly convinced that they do, then try to convince me further with how well they know, which, in fact, just pulls more dirt out of the hole, up into the air, then back down on them. Oopsie.(There are some of you who actually DO get me, the two insisters who don't, can't see these anymore.)
* I confess to having made a couple of forays into the online whatever THE FUCK that is they're calling 'dating' these days and there will be a photo comment as to how I feel about that. Maybe several.
* I confess to watching a LOT of episodes (I think all) of CATFISH the show) and if you DO give me your phone number, and I am remotely interested in you, I AM going to look you up, It is neither creepy, stalky, or weird. It is called being SAFE, and holding your ASS to a level of integrity in that, I expect ZERO violent convicts or shady fucks near my life.
* I confess to having an ongoing struggle with read, journal, write. Gonna have to start using a timer, or at least stop arguing with myself about it in public.
* I confess I have an acquaintance who believes that e-book publishing is not considered "being published." I'll make sure that the cruise it pays for isn't considered a "cruise" either, or a "house," or a "BMW". Wonder what we're going to "consider" the solar-powered electric fence…
* I confess that VA hold music is not music. it is seizure-inducing torture that attempts to get one to hang up in under 3 minutes.
* I confess to honestly believing that some days, the VA and DMV randomly switch out employees. The examinations seem equally perfunctory, the questions equally asinine and unrelated, the humans as bored and uninterested in your presence. Same badges… same number system… red pens… lots of paper….equal amount of actual things accomplished… SHIT I MAY HAVE FOUND THE BACK DOOR TO THE SENATE!
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