I confess that the amount of people that cannot fill out a form amazes me. Can you seriously NOT write your name, address, and phone number yourself? We are far worse off than I imagined!
I confess I had a weird/awesome/ so real dream that I woke up wondering where I was and where everything went. There was a guy in the dream, and while I don't recognize him, I know him. Does that make sense? I've been thinking about this mystery man all day.
I confess that I'm pumped for tomorrow night's GN and wine tasting. I will be getting cuh-ray-zee! My friends reminded me it was a TASTING and not a chugging. Point taken, but may be ignored.
I confess I love talking gangsta; as in not like a normal person should. For instance, I usually put the word 'the' in front of a noun. I went to the Subway for lunch. I went shopping with the mom yesterday. I am addicted to the Facebook. I often use 'yo' in conversations. I shorten sentences to just phrases. And sometimes I throw up the peace sign, just cause. I'm cool like that, yo.
I confess that I'm still applying for jobs and not even getting a call back. Me still be lame, apparently.
I confess that some swap people dont do what they are supposed to. I signed up for a bracelet swap, bought my bracelets, sent them by the send out date, and have yet to receive anything. Not even an email saying, "Hey, I'm late!" I have emailed the host, but I know it isn't her fault. Boo.
What are you all confessing today?