Friday Confessional – Psst, hey, you know what?



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?

8 thoughts on “Friday Confessional – Psst, hey, you know what?

  1. I hate censoring myself too, especially on my blog. I don’t have to all that much, but once in a while I’ll think, if my family stumbles across this blog (It happened with my last blot) is this something I want them to read?

    Make-up is overrated. I rarely wear it.

    I confess that I’ve been spending far too much time at my puter cuz I’m addicted to blogging and Facebook. You should see my house, it’s a disaster!

  2. Yes, sometimes I envy those who blog anonymously-it would be nice just to let it all out there. LOVE what you did with the cat poop. We used to have a sandbox in our backyard but it became the neighborhood liter box so we just had to get rid of it as nothing we tried worked.

  3. The only person who knows about my blog in my real life is my husband and his brother. no one else knows because it’s my place to vent and I don’t want to have to censor myself all the time.
    I don’t wear makeup either. I can never get the right colors–I either look dead or orange or like a hooker who put her makeup on in the dark–not good looks any of them.

  4. I actually DO get embarassed when people tell me personal things. It’s not so much WHAT they say, it’s HOW it’s said. Plus, some things I just don’t know how to respond to.

    I’m generally a socially awkward person. It sucks.

    Happy Friday!!!!

  5. You don’t like Bradley Cooper?? Wh? He’s so funny…and cute.

    The dog bomb thing is cracking me up! Hilarious.

    NKOTB gets TWO HUGE thumbs up from me! Impulsive Addict and I are going to another concert this summer (it’s like our 3rd…or 4th…but who’s counting?)!

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