I hate dieting. Not only as an activity or as a weight loss tool, but as a concept. This is because, to me, dieting–even in its most abstract, non-sensical form–is usually implemented as a tool of last resort. Sort of like a slower, milder form of sensory deprivation like they do in between the waterboarding. […]

Confession #1,971: I read a book almost halfway through before realizing that I’d already read that book. When I was seventeen and completely stoned out on pain killers after my car accident. Didn’t remember a thing! Secretly, I wish I could do that with all the really good books I read. Then I could just […]

Confession #9: I don’t care how demeaning and constrictive they supposedly were, I wish we all still wore corsets. Also spats.

Confession #756: During my junior year of high school, I totalled six cars. Two of them belonged to other people who “didn’t see me,” one perished in an alleged drag racing incident, one fell victim to a Volkswagen Touareg, one inexplicably went into full arrest in the middle of a bridge during a storm (Poe style), […]

Confession #79: I hate the taste of water.

Confession #1,202: I once changed the oil in my friend’s car wearing only a bikini at a 7-11 at four in the morning. There were people around, with cameras. I must have some Mississippi debutante in my blood somewhere. There’s no other excuse.

Confession #357: I may or may not have a warrant out for my arrest in the state of Colorado.

Confession #121: Got a card in the mail today asking why I haven’t voted in five years. I’ve voted every year as an absentee for my home state, or so I thought. …Until my home state sent me a card asking why I haven’t voted in five years.

Confession #260: I cried watching Up (by Pixar). I still cry every time I watch Thumbelina.

In the interest of keeping my goals (to blog more…often…oftenly) I hereby introduce the continuation of my quintessential Confession Series. So here they are, in no particular order: Confession # 179 – I ate dried cat food as a kid. Not just one time, either; I seem to remember several occasions. Bleh.

Confession #1,340: I already broke goal #1. It’s almost four am, I’m watching the 1980’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer and quasi studying, and I’m not even a little sleepy. Maybe it doesn’t count if I never go to bed…

Having always been an English history buff, I’ve spent countless hours gobbling up any theatrical accounts of my family history (especially where royalty, intrugue and cool costumes are involved). And though it reddens me to admit it, I’ve recently become a bit obsessed with the Tudors on Showtime. Now, I know what you must be […]

Blehh. I’ve just eaten half a bag of chips with salsa and stale birthday cake for dinner. This can’t bode well. Mummy, am I going to die? If this is how eternally single people eat, I’m afraid. Maybe if I get a roomate my nutrition when I’m by myself at home will somewhat improve. As […]

Pienso que este dia sera un dia muy bueno.