Trigger Warning.

Oops.

I was on track to keep going through September.  Really.  I was.  Up until my birthday, when I missed an entire weekend +.  Well, hey - no problem.  I'll just back-date some posts to make up for it. My blog, my rules, right?  Right.  Except, that never happened, and I got too disheartened to make the attempt, and it kept slipping away from me.

That's life.  Stuff slips away.

I'm disappointed in myself for a couple of reasons, first and foremost that I didn't meet my record for even Year 2.  Second, there were a few entries that I had every intention of posting for artistic and personal reasons.

As punishment, here's one that I lost sleep over while wavering about making it public, and yet still strongly wanted to post.

Confession:  I am not a great dancer.

Confession:  I am a glutton for misery.

***N.S.F.W. -- You have been warned.***

Dear Coffee: What happened to us?

An Open Letter to my Coffee Addiction:

My Dearest Coffee,

We seem to have hit a rough patch of late.  Maybe it's spite.  Maybe it's biological resistance.  Maybe it's just that I'm getting old.

Don't know what I'm talking about?  Well, coffee, let's take a walk down memory lane.  You and I had a bit of a rough start.  From my very first taste and all through high school, I thought you were absolutely disgusting.  Coffee is bitter and flavorless and overall just empty.  I never could stomach it.  When I went to Starbucks, I drowned my cup so much, I might as well have been drinking coffee-flavored milk.

And then my first internship rolled around.  I needed to be up by 7:00 AM if I wanted a decent day, but I was not exactly cognizant that early in the morning.  And there it was -- the break room coffee pot, only 10¢ per cup.  Plus, all the cool old people were doing it.  I took the dive.

Eeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Nope.  Still disgusting.  BUT, in my poor-college-student scrounging activities, I found something else - free bags of cocoa.  If I mixed a small teaspoon in with the brown muck, I could actually make it tolerable.

And therein were the beginnings of my downfall.

Kinsey Scale Rating: 2

Confession # I-have-lost-count-and-will-probably-not-continue-counting-them-because-laziness:



And, yes, I did like it.

You wake up in a dark room

Confession #4:  I am really, really, really bad with horror.

Thrillers can be ok, though they make me jump.  Gorey things though... not so much.  Zombies, slashers, all those kinds of things squick me out, which is weird, because I have no aversion to seeing blood.  It's not just movies, either.  Even reading Wikipedia plot summaries is a risky business for me.  Why?  Because I have an incredibly overactive imagination.  Just the words themselves evoke images of splattered entrails and screaming teenage blondes and disembodied limbs and...