So they say that confession's good for the soul. My soul could use some salvation and/or some salve, so let's get this out of the way, shall we?
1) I was on man hiatus b/c I had a really weird, uncomfortable internet date. I guess the confession is that I've been going on internet dates. Maybe the blog will get interesting again, hm?
2) The verb in that sentence is *was*.
3) I'm totally and completely addicted to Top Chef. I've watched 4 seasons in the past two weeks.
4) I'm terrified of my garbage disposal.
5) Also of escalators.
6) I keep buying underwear so I don't have to do laundry.
7) I've developed a weakness for shoes with 3.5" heels & higher. I ended up picking orders in my warehouse for 3 hours today. I can't feel my toes, but I'm sort of happy about this because I suspect that, when the feeling comes rushing back, the feeling will be pain.
8) The couchsurfer told me that the reason he doesn't want to fuck me is b/c I don't smell good. This has made me vaguely insecure about the way I smell, so when I meet you I will hope and pray that you smell me and enjoy the experience.
9) It's 8:05pm and I kind of just want to take my glass of wine to bed and watch more top chef.
10) I recently had an exceptionally filthy dream about Sam from Season Two. Look at him, though. Who wouldn't?
We’re not going anywhere.
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