Oh goodness! I can't believe it's Friday. :) Time has flown by this week...
I confess that my house is a mess. I mean it isn't a disgusting mess by any means, but it is definitely dusty and I have piles of crap every.where. I am quite embarrassed. I don't feel like I can get anything done when things aren't in their place and unorganized, so needless to say it makes me extremely unmotivated. Shame on me.
I confess that I am jealous of everyone's beautiful blogs. I am trying really hard to be a good blogger, but just can't find the time to sit down and write blogs (and truthfully, when I do it turns into a giant rant that I have to delete because I am ashamed that I lashed out on my blog rather than writing something thoughtful.) I do have a blog design coming soon and I am constantly changing my mind. And I am starting to see how truly indecisive I really am.
I confess that I am stealing Aly's confession. (which I also didn't know she has never had a hamburger, we need to go to lunch, asap) I am pretty much over the whole hype of Facebook and it urks (you never really hear that word anymore, I may bring it back) me more than I can say when people check-in EVERYWHERE. I mean I see people checking in at home. Really people, really?
I confess that I am slightly obsessed with Charlie Sheen. I mean I don't have much respect for the guy and don't agree with his choices and his behavior. But I mean he is beyond entertaining and has left me with sooo many sayings that I can just add into my daily life. "Winning" I mean com'on the guy knows how to play his audience... and well. I have been spending far too much time here.
I confess that I want to start tanning again. (you know you fake 'n baked back in college too). I'm not Anne Hathaway and can not pull off the white porcelain skin look. I know how horrible it is for your skin and I am trying to not look like a leather bond book when I am 30 which is why I stopped but I am just eew pale.
I confess that I am slightly obsessed with American Idol. I don't vote and probably won't but I looove watching them sing and secretly wish I was blessed with a voice that didn't sound like nails on a chalkboard.