Confessions

I'm getting predictable.

 

I've developed a crush on the woman who translates our governor's press conferences into ASL.

 

What state are you in?

 

Michigan. Here she is on the left:

 

Confession:

So. I made it a habit of mine to make fun of creators who write dark works. I even made it a habit to take it all apart, and bash it if I felt like it was unnecessary for the plot. And for the most part, I maintain that I'm a critic without a career.
Well, after sorting through a lot of my own old works... I realize that I probably don't have a whole lot of room to talk. I was always writing that stuff!
But I'm a sad example of dark. I don't need guts and blood to communicate that these works have problems.
Know what they say: you are what you hate.

 

Thought it was you become what you hate.

 

I don't even know these days which of the two applies to me: I hated, so I became? Or I became, so I hated?

 

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There's a tiny part of me that constantly thinks that everything I experience isn't real, and I'll shake my head to clear it and find that I'm in fact a desert gecko. The memory of 33 years fades in the scorching haze, a 20 second daydream.

I then lick my eyeball, and set off to find bugs to eat.

 

Your username is well chosen

 

ya I hate it when that happens.

 

I'm the exact same with our British weather girl lucy verasamy. She could tell me a hurricane was headed straight through my letter box and I'd still be smiling.

My day just doesn't feel complete without a weather update from Lucy.

 

I admit that I procrastinate A LOT instead of doing something useful.

 

Obviously a state of infatuation.

 

Confession:

It's time to fold. Not my laundry. That will never come to pass. No. It's time to fold a hand in the poker game I've played with just myself lately. Accept the inevitable.

 

I legitimately lost a memory tile game — picture-side down flip and match — to my four-year-old daughter. I was simultaneously proud of her and disappointed in myself.

 

I lost in Go Fish to my 4 year old two nights in a row.

 

Just you wait. Keep up the competitive practices honestly and they get pretty good. By ten, they're teaching you a lot of things.

 

Sometimes i feel like im talking too much and then i fall into a state of silence that can last anywhere from a few hours to a few days.
Like, i WANT to talk, but i feel like i shouldnt.
Idk....i guess this is my way of recharging....

 

You're too fascinating to stay quiet for so long. If I knew you in the real world, it would make me sad when you stop talking.

 

I've never won a trophy.

 

Not even a participation trophy?

 

I got this participation award.

 

Me too! And a couple good cookies. Useless wonders.