Sunday Confessions 12

The United States of Becky

I confess:  I've always had this weird feeling that someday I'm going to find a dead body or dismembered body part in a trash bag.  I have no idea why I think this is going to happen, but every time I'm out jogging or for a bike ride or something like that it's in the back of my mind.  Morbid, I know, and I am definitely not mentally prepared should that actually happen.  Guaranteed, I will freak the fuck out.  Let's hope it never happens.

I confess:  I've also always worried that when I'm out in public alone somewhere that I'm unwittingly going to give a signal to an undercover spy (like scratching my ear at the mall, or crossing my legs a certain way on a park bench, or even giving a random code word) and that I'm going to get slipped super secret information that I'm then hunted down for like in a crazy action movie.  Only I'm not very cunning or tactical, so I'm totally going to get kidnapped or something instead of being able to outwit two different governments.  Unless it's like Top Secret! {affiliate}, then I'll be fine.

I confess:  I've always kinda hoped vampires actually exist.  And not like those lame-ass sparkly Twilight whiny bitches vampires, but like, the hard core Anne Rice vampires.  And not those goth weirdos who end up on Maury Povich claiming to be vampires, either.  I've always kinda hoped that someday I'll get to meet one (or maybe I have and I just don't know it).

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