Confess away, my friends.
- I don’t like either Colin Firth or Bradley Cooper. The former is just meh and I am bored by period piece movies (for the most part) and the latter makes me want to punch him in his ugly face. I don’t have a rational explanation for this, however.
- I was cleaning up dog bombs in the yard and came across some little gifts from my neighbour’s feral cats. I carefully collected said presents and promptly delivered them to the neighbour’s yard. Aaaand you’re welcome.
- I get really irritated when I think of something I want to complain about on, say, Twitter, but then remember that a friend who follows me would probably be offended. And it’s not the fact that I would offend her but rather, that I am censoring myself like that that gets me.
- When people tell me really personal things, I rarely feel embarrassed but I wonder if I am ever blushing.
- People tend to do this often. I am not sure if I am a good listener or if I just make them feel comfortable or what.
- I don’t wear make-up except if we’re getting dressed up for an outing. On a daily basis, I don’t want to mess with it. But while looking in the mirror to pluck last night, I came to the realization that I might just have to start; my skin doesn’t look “old” but I noticed some imperfections that I don’t exactly like.
- I created a Janet Jackson Pandora station and when it started playing NKOTB songs… I thumbs upped them.
- I tend to get really interested in things from my youth. For example, my dad went to the town where I grew up last week and a mall where my mother worked is still there but shut down, as it has been for a long time. He wondered if it was all the same inside and I found a Facebook group all about it and it is, it’s just closed up… a time capsule for the 80s. I am obsessed with finding out more about it now and people who might remember it.
- I sometimes have dreams about places like that, from my childhood. I dream about being trapped in malls we used to visit or in water parks and I am the only one there. I think places have a big impact on how I view myself and my surroundings now.
- As a child, however, I was irrationally afraid of old houses, even if we were just driving down a street full of them.
That’s what I got for ya this week. What do you have to confess?