Confessions

I'm told by some of my business students that most of the content available for it is (surprise surprise) still... adult-oriented.

 

I was forced to be in my school's choir and I hate it. I can't leave or else it'll affect my grades.

 

I can do a fairly good imitation of a clucking chicken, and used to amuse and amaze my kids with my Grover voice.

 

I sent an email to a friend asking for advise. I opened up. I felt good after I finished writing it, so I told her to take her time responding because I know she is busy. Fast forward three days, I am now in a crisis because I don't know what she is thinking . . . I don't want to bombard her with emails asking what's up. I sent her a couple of email with other light-hearted things to lure her into answering and know she doesn't dislike me. [I am on a bend here].

at least I laugh at my own "I am cool, no need to respond right away" delusion

 

I find myself shouting at the television a lot more than I used to.

 

Now I want to mag-dump into a running appliance but I should probably resist the urge. Don't your neighbors complain?

 

No they're usually too busy shouting at each other.

 

Confession:

Now my poor dog has an inoperable tumor, not even two months after my cat died.
As I learned with my cat: there's no such thing as enough time. A couple of weeks before I found out the news, my dog jumped up on me and held my arm. After I learned that dogs learned to gesture with their paws from humans.
And now I can barely bring myself to eat much.

 

I honestly don't know what else to say to that. Thank you for the virtual hug.
These past two months have been one heartache and headache after another.

 

sorry to hear that. It seems life tends to do that (getting all the heartache at the same time)

 

I've never eaten at Popeye's, Chipotle, or Olive Garden.

 

Virtual reality is very interesting, though I must admit I have fallen during certain ones due to the fact that they seem so real

 

I watch horror way too much for my own good.

 

Okay, here goes (no judgey please (bless me father)).

When the loose change jar in our house brims and time allows, I spread the contents (of the jar (not time)) on the bed and from there pick out all the bigger coins till I have pockets weighted with about forty quid. Then, off on a drive to the local petrol stations.. I put a tenner’s worth of fuel in the car at each stop by way of said coins. It seems to be enough not to irk the attendant and still be a worthwhile dose for the car. I imagine the cashier’s thought process to be ‘he’s filling up only a little bit—borrowed the car, probably, just putting back what he owes’ or something else commendable. Anyway multiply the deed out and I arrive home with a full tank and an undented wallet. The coin star machine that’d otherwise soak up this spare change takes a hefty percentage , that I’m loathe to surrender, and the bank’s flipping miles away. Out of logic’s come this odd behaviour/confession.

 

At our current prices, a couple of tenners would fill my tank from empty.

 

At Popeye's your not missing out on anything, tbh KFC is better, but Chipolte and Olive Garden are really good.

 

I put bags of haribo and other gummies in the fridge. I leave them there for well over an hour before i can eat them. With the 'tangfacstics' kind, i never eat the cherries.

I put chocolate in the freezer. I cant eat it unless it can snap. With easter eggs, i take them out and throw them at the floor so they break in the foil.

This one may only make sense to british people but, i leave the tea bag in. For the whole time i'm drinking it. My mum used to leave 2 in.

 

Doesn't that hurt the flavor?

 

Yes but I like the texture! I cant eat just chocolate for the flavour, with a couple of exceptions to the rule haha!

 

I do the same with pies. I hate hot pie. But I'll eat damn near frozen pumpkin or apple pie.

 

If I could deserve any honorific, it would be 'military strongman'.

 

I once read up on what it would take to be a "Class A" war criminal and realized I'd never be in a position to earn the title. It made me a little sad.

From The Atlantic:

 

Yea I like my chocolates to be frozen as well, and it tastes about the same to me.

I also leave my teabag in the whole time, I don't really understand why people take it out. I also squeeze it when I've heard you really shouldn't.