Should I write these on a postcard, instead?

Oh hi. Fancy meeting you here. I'm sure everyone no one in the world has been totally missing me and wondering where I have been.. And I'm just here to tell you that "I've been everywhere, man, I've been everywhere...I've crossed the deserts bare, man, I've breathed the mountain air, man."

Johnny Cash? Anyone? *sigh* I love him.

Anyway, moving on. It's been a while since I've hung out here on this little white space, and while part of me was like, super-mega-ultra geeked about the (actually quite unintended originally) break, another part of me kind of missed it. So when I decided to get my ish together and make a list of goals for the month of September, starting to blog again made the cut. And maybe some time I'll write down the list for all you nosy people who are interested. But then again maybe not, because if I write them all down here and don't complete them all, well then I've just failed in front of the entire world maybe seven people who might actually read this, and well..,that would just be embarrassing.

But I digress.

My grand comeback is happening on a Wednesday, so I'm confessing with Kathy, because all the cool kids are doing it, and I am nothing if not wildly susceptible to peer pressure.

Haec sunt de me confitentem:

// Yesterday I forgot to eat anything all day until almost 2pm. I'm really not sure what that's about.

// Sometimes life is difficult and confusing and complicated and stressful, and like, you're barely hanging on as it is, but then something comes along that just BAM knocks the wind right out of you and then you're all like, "wait, what in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks just happened?". And that, in a nutshell, is the story of my life currently.

// I have no idea how to resize gifs. Does anyone know how to do this? 

// I have a very serious love affair with books in the genre of murder mysteries and psychological thrillers. The more messed up the villain, the better, apparently. I'm not entirely sure why that is, but I'm hoping it doesn't make me seem like a raving murderous psycho to anybody just because I love reading fiction about them. (And sometimes some non-fiction, but still usually about raving murderous psychos - Devil in the White City, anyone?)

// PostSecret is the bomb. I love going to it every Sunday to see the new secrets. What is that about??? 

// I need some serious Photoshop help. I have like, eleventy bajillion project ideas up my sleeve, but almost all of them involve things like resizing photos and then printing them out on photo paper, and while I could easily resize photos in PicMonkey, I still don't know how to get a bunch of them to all fit together on the same sheet of photo paper so I can print out more than one at a time, and I don't know how to do that and you guys, life is really hard. 

// I turned 30 at the end of July. That was rough. I haven't quite been able to figure out how to put into words why, exactly, being 30 is so difficult for me. It just is. I kind of mostly feel like a giant failure, and even though rationally, I know I'm not, it's still what I hear every day from the voice in my head, and it's hard to ignore.

// Oh, speaking of love affairs...I have another one going with quotes. Life quotes, productivity quotes, love quotes, relationship quotes, independence quotes. YOU GUYS, I LOVE THEM ALL. I have a whole Evernote notebook dedicated to quotes, PLUS a whole big note on my phone, PLUS a bunch of them written down in random places, PLUS a whole folder on my desktop of quotes that I have turned into some sort of printable something-or-other that like, maybe, one day, if I feel so inclined slash less lazy slash not too cheap to buy frames, I will actually print out and put up on my walls. Apparently, I express myself much better when I let other people do it for me. 

// On Monday, I rode a stationary bike for four whole miles (which made my behind hurt - bike seats really should be designed better, because those things are AWFUL) and then went to a Zumba class. I know that's like a total "yawn" workout for some people, but for me, it was kind of a big deal. And Juliette said she was impressed, so that was awesome. 

// In the time I've taken off from blogging myself, I have still been reading blogs, and commenting when I felt so inclined, but since I have been reading more than commenting, and certainly not partaking in the conversation with any of my own posts, I've kind of felt like a bit of a creeper. 

// The sentence right before my first confession is in Latin so I look smarter than I am. I mean, I know some Latin, and could maybe muddle my way through reading it (kind of, not really, but sort of), but I don't know enough to just casually throw it into every day writing. So it was kind of cheating to put it here, I'd imagine, but I'm not sorry about it. Oh, and the sentence is "These are my confessions" in Latin. #themoreyouknow

And that's all I've got for you today. 

Your turn.