+ I confess that I have zero time for people who project their problems onto others and who constantly have this negative world view err' day. And I mean EVERY SINGLE DAY. Like, can you eat a bowl of sunshine for breakfast instead of dog shit for once? K, thanks. Sometimes the only person who can make your day better is yourself!
+ I confess that it was Luigi's 8th birthday yesterday and I most definitely sang him happy birthday when I got up in the morning and gave him turkey snacks for breakfast. (I know, I'm weird.) My furbabies are my kids. Deal. He's the trendiest cat in town. I mean come on, look at that bow tie.
+ I confess that I've gained weight and I have ZERO time for that. (I blame the many grad parties and celebrations as of late). It's time for me to get my shit together and have zero cheat days for the sake of my new bikini. It's amazing what one careless weekend can do to you! I've scheduled all of my workouts though and plan on doing a 10-day cleanse soon to kickstart things. Running in this heat is really rough, but the only answer to that is Michael Jackson.
+ I confess that if I don't kill a good song for myself by playing it a million times, the radio will. If I hear John Legend's "All Of Me" one more time - including the dumb club remix version - I might go clinically insane. But really, this was what he was singing about...
+ I confess that I get unreasonably angry when I need new workout clothes and ONE tank top is $60. Really? REALLY? I'm not going to spend that kind of money on clothing that I'll sweat in. I don't care if you give it a fancy name either..
+ I confess that I still need to
start finish...my thank you cards for the wedding gifts. I actually like to write out thoughtful thank you notes instead of just writing down the same damn thing in all of them. Also...in order to write out over 100 of these bad boys...what do I need?
+ I confess that I absolutely cannot handle today's high school population. The Fourth of July fest is right by my house and they apparently think I should go off-roading in my car so they can walk right in the middle of the road. Don't think I'll hesitate to knock that Starbucks out of your hand while I pass you by and slap you in the face with that cup. Don't these people get summer jobs anymore? What's wrong with them? Are those high waisted shorts so far up their asses, they can't think straight?
I don't know about anyone else, but I fricken love fireworks. They never get old for me. And all of the festivals? Bring it on! What else do you love about the Fourth of July?? Confess!!