I confess that when I see people my age with an awesome house or car, I get jealous. I can't help it.
I confess that I want a family and babies, but I can not imagine myself with a kid right now, even though I'm old enough to have about ten.
I confess that I have a VERY short tolerance level for stupid.
I confess that even though it is very much like No Strings Attached, I still desperately want to see Friends with Benefits because Justin Timberlake and Mina Kunis are hot. (I saw the preview as I was typing this, and had to include it. It looks so funny!)
I confess that I have a fear of my house catching on fire with my dog trapped inside. I used to have a crazy fear of drowning, even though we were on the lake every weekend and I know how to swim.
I confess that I am an emotional rollercoaster. I can cry over anything, be completely silly...so much where people think that I'm drunk or on something when really I'm just high on life, get angry or ticked in seconds....but isn't that called being a girl? Or bi-polar? or just crazy? You tell me.
I confess that I will be glued to these basketball games all weekend. I love tournament time. More than one girl should.
Is it me, or are all of these confessions really depressing or angry? Geez-O, Mel! Maybe I am crazy! haha