Coffee, Mac n Cheese, and Abba???…….guilty pleasures

I have quite a few contradicting guilty pleasures.  While a person is supposed to fit in the mold I have a tendency to be like that gelatin that just doesn’t form right and looks more like a blob that had a stroke.  I’m not even sure where that box is that I’m supposed to fit in. We all have our little quirks, that’s what makes us who we are.  Obviously I have already made that clear.

And this is why I  became a writer.  For certain it isn’t because I have mastered the English language or learned the perfect form to place on my paper, or even the concept of Point of View. (What? What’s that?  Oh yeah, that’s something other’s want to stay with.  Guess what? That’s what separators are for) From what I understand even the greatest of authors have their own quirks and how they do things. I have been informed that there is one very popular one out there that, instead of using separators, he just makes a whole new chapter!!! Good grief at the number of short chapters I would have at this point.

Oh, yeah I was talking about guilty pleasures.  I have TONS of them.  Do you have all morning?  I drink coffee and tea, dislike water.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE and kind of pasta with a cheese sauce, I could eat it every day if it were possible.  PowerPuff Girls. Yep. Bubbles is my fave.  In the same breath I can’t wait for the new season of Walking Dead to come on and the new season of Doctor Who to come on. Musical tastes?  hahahahahahahahahahaha. I’m hard core rocker.  Believe it? It’s possible, it really is.  I’m Disturbed for life, even got the stamp to prove it. That’s my preference.  But what do I have shuffling through that ol’ mp3? ABBA of course, Celtic music, some Dvorjak, and lots of dance music.  Cause I’m me 🙂  I love being me.  when I’m not overburdened with an overabundance of multiple things to do at the same time and it cause me to go into anxiety twitching then I have to hide away in my hobbit hole.  Crap. Here I am writing and what am I supposed to do?  You guessed it writing.  Just not here. Oops, you caught me.

Red out


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