Confessions

I confess....

that I use fake firewood in my fireplace

that i sing songs of incoherent content when i am happy in the mornings

that i bowled a 58 and then a 136 on sunday while wearing my hair in pigtails

that i never did pick up that Hart book from my last post

that it gets under my skin when people pronounce St. Augustine (the author of Confessions) like St. Augustine (the city in Florida)

that there are people i have dated whose names i cannot recall

that I despise talking on the phone because I can't hear people well, having lost my low-frequency hearing in the past few years

that no matter how much attention I give my feet, they stay chapped