Oops, I think I did it again.

Here’s a Project: Proxy update for you:

(p.s. If you want to know more about the Project: Proxy feature of my blog, click here, and your wildest dreams will come true. {Or at least your somewhat-reasonable dream of wanting to know the history behind Project: Proxy. That dream will come true.})

Remember how I gave up sugar for Lent at Jordan’s proxy request?

Well, I quit.

I’m sorry, Jordan. I have failed you. I’m a terrible proxy.

It went down like this: I kept seeing sugary treats everywhere, and I kept really wanting to eat them, but I held off for a month, until one day…I just got really sick of not eating sugar. I’ve succeeded in the task before, for much longer than one measly month (which is how long I lasted, to the date, this time). But I went to a church party (famous last word: church parties are always the death of me {something about all that home-cooked food prepared by someone other than me}) and I saw this cake there…

…and I just got really sick of pretending to be Catholic (ironic that my downfall was at a church party, eh?).

In my defense, that pudding/Cool Whip™ mixture on the top was quite succulent. (Though the chocolate shavings were nothing more than unnecessary calories—couldn’t even taste ’em.)

I’m really sorry, Jordan. The whole time I was devouring my piece of sheet cake, I couldn’t even really enjoy it (very much), because I knew I was letting you down.

That makes my score 0 for 2 as far as Project: Proxy projects have gone (first I chickened out of the Gallon Challenge, now this). This is shaping up to be not unlike my Freshman (grade 9) basketball season. (We were 0 for 21, but we were Carson Cougars, and if we were failures, at least we were consistent failures. Go Cougars.) I’m a flop. A failure. A complete and utter fiend. (Apparently failing is the one life skill I took away from Junior High {well, that, and the fact that french fries dipped in ketchup or ranch are DELICIOUS with pickles.})

Someone give me an easier project to act as a proxy for—doesn’t anyone need to know what Dairy Queen’s blizzard flavour of the month tastes like? Or how acupuncture feels? Or hot stone massages?

Seriously, ’cause I’m your girl for that.

Come back tomorrow for a giveaway that might dampen the blow of my lousiness.

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I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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