I confess… I am eating a terribly potent everything bagel, which means my breath is going to be something to fear later.
I confess… I am pretty broke, even though we just got paid. I have A LOT of little things to do, like oil change, etc.
I confess… I have been really freaking tired this week. I may or may not have slept on the couch every single night…
I confess… I have just been out of sorts. Don’t want to do much and have no interest in anything. Isn’t that, like, depression? I don’t think I am depressed. A little overwhelmed. And subject to mood swings. This weekend, I am going to try to clean. But my Father-in-law is coming on February 10th so that right there will be my impetus for a full house cleanse.
I confess… I feel like there are some people that are mad at me but I can’t – for the life of me – figure out why. I have kept to myself a lot at work lately so I can’t have done anything… right?
I confess… I need to buy new running shoes. You’re supposed to replace them at least every 6 months, if you run a lot. Mine are one year and 6 months old. WOW.
I am sick of my layout. (I already changed it to a reddish). Mostly because it’s not very cold here in Tally right now and it doesn’t feel very wintery. But then again, it’s not Spring yet. That’s just dumb. Mother Nature, pls get yer sh@t together. Thanks!
Ok, folks, get yer confession on with the fab Mamarazzi: