“I am ashamed of confessing I have nothing to confess.”
-Fanny Burney
If only that quote were true, unfortunately I need some serious absolution. Read on for a list of grievances:
1- I shouldn’t have, but I did! Amazon.com was having a sale of international DVDs, I was weak. On the upside I finally own Amelie and the Gerard Depardieu version of Cyrano de Bergerac. I wanted to get Paradise Now but I couldn’t bring myself to spend even more…a laudable decisions I immediately flouted by finding some of my favorite books on sale as well.
1a- Addendum to the above: obviously I didn’t have enough books already so I went to Barnes and Noble’s website and found them selling my absolute favorite novel (which is out of print and I lent out my copy a year ago to S. Bear. She lost it. I nearly wept.) so what was I supposed to do but order a new copy? Kays, let no one judge you. Ever.
2- The carnage didn’t stop there. Venice and I hit the mall where I found a red pencil skirt (Hello! Absolutely necessary to my happiness, right?) a couple shirts and a cardigan.
4- I have never dated anyone during the drama-fest known as Valentine’s Day (alternatively called Single Awareness Day, Suicide Day, Loneliness Inc. Day, Best Day Ever, or Bribe Someone for Affection Day depending on one’s worldview. I find I don’t fall into any of these categories) so I’m at a bit of a loss. I usually got rid of boyfriends in time to avoid the hassle. I don’t do pink and shiny, the only stuffed animal in my life is my comrade-in-arms-since-birth Teddy, and I’m an absolute snob when it comes to chocolate (the by-product of living in Belgium and England). What does one get one’s boyfriend of almost a year for the holiday?
5- and finally, speaking of drama, I am once again addicted to Grey’s Anatomy. I really thought I had kicked this one…nope…
Small Dog Syndrome 
Ah, Cyrano, I’ve loved you of old. You too, C.
Wish I could indulge like that. Maybe if I ever get a job…
Enjoy your new purchases. Otherwise, what use were they? Grey’s Anatomy- I am also addicted, thoroughly! As far as your predicament goes, I also tend to eliminate the cause for concern so I don’t know. Time with you? Seems like the best gift you could give to me…
I like your confessions .I too confessed on my blog why because it feels good I guess, one was silly about wearing different colored socks .I guess that was a warm of confession the second was about wearing lowrider pants. Keep confessing I think it’s good for the soul.
Cyrano… classic. Watched it many times in French class growing up. What exactly is a red pencil skirt?… I don’t know what to say about that one. As for February 14th (or 13th or 15th as claimed by wikipedia), you must be a better girlfriend than I ever had on a V-day. I remember once trying to make it “special” (for lack of a better word) and then watching as my date fell through so that she (my gf at the time) could hang out with her high school friends. Needless to say, I didn’t receive a gift. Hence, I veto Mena’s suggestion. Buy the man a gun, or an engine, or some powerful speakers. Nothing says “I love you” like testosterone.
In case you were curious, so far it’s looking like my V-day will be spent with high school kids at a competition in Payson, and then with Hyrum for the graveyard shift. Romantic, huh?
I fully support your recent acquisition of a new cardigan.
Red pencil skirt = awesome