I, Tennille Hossie, hereby acknowledge and accept my failure in the responsibilities presented to me as your fellow blogger, and humbly apologize for not continuing to feed your insatiable hunger for the entertainment that you so unceasingly crave. Please accept my most sincere apologies and allow me to express how adamantly I admire and love you all......There, am I forgiven?
I must come to my own defense here though, as no one else clearly will. The internet at my house has been on the fritz lately. It must be the gremlins running around chewing on all my electrical cords as of late. Anyone know how to get rid of them?
CONFESSIONS OF A LONDON FOG ADDICT...
I must confess, I can't hold it in any longer. If I continue to ignore this obvious dependency it will burst forth from my innards as the alien force that has engulfed my being. I'm talking, of course, of the newly found, and currently active addiction to the beverage of angels called a London Fog. I wake in the morning looking for my next fix. I crave the sweet vanilla flavoring as it entwines with the eastern spices of the chai all as it is enveloped a steamy hug of milk (your choice of 2%, Skim, or Soy). I've yet to discover the lengths of which I will go to achieve this object of my addiction, as I have not yet reached the infamous "rock bottom".
Shamelessly I have drawn others into this purgatory with me. Unable to get out of the grasp of the sweet nectar of the gods. Friends, acquaintances, even my own grandmother cannot escape my persuasions. I'm sick! I'm drowning in the oceans of sweet milk, chai and vanilla. When will it end? Is there hope for me? Maybe a 12 step program? Any suggestions?
Song of the day - Nunivit - Arrogant Worms
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I don't know if I can forgive you for neglecting my entertainment needs for such an extraordinary amount of time. Let me think about it.
Thinking...
Thinking...
Thinking...
Ok. You're forgiven. :)