So I like these confessions to be hilarious and embarrassing to some degree, but let's just recognize the elephant in the room and understand that I've been ridiculously emotional due to Robin Williams passing away. Am I alone on this? I feel like I had to say goodbye to a VERY important part of my childhood and I just can't deal with the constant clips, the quotes, the photos...Robin Williams was an actor that could always make you laugh and while we were all too busy laughing...a lot of people weren't noticing that he wasn't. I sure do hope he finds peace on the other side. Mrs. Doubtfire, Jumanji, Patch Adams, Dead Poets Society and Aladdin...are all staples to my movie collection and now I'll be sobbing over them eating salted caramel gelato. It just isn't fair. You'll be missed, Robin Williams.
Now let's link up with Fitness Blondie over at the Hump Day Blog Hop and Kathy for some confessions because this girl is off of her mini blogging hiatus.
I confess that I HATE leaving concerts early. I don't care if it means sitting in traffic for 30 minutes to escape the madness, but I didn't spend money to see half of a show. Also if you obstruct my view by holding up your phone throughout the whole performance, I will obstruct your whole face.
I confess that I have come to love chick lit. I read Confessions of a Shopaholic in a week and nothing beats a light, hilarious read. I need more, give me more. And series that come in bundle deals? Omg bookgasming. I have three different libraries going on my iPad with iBooks, the Kindle app and Barnes & Noble's Nook app to scrounge for the best book deals.
I confess that even retailers are now sending me hints that I should be having kids now. When I excitedly opened up my package from what I THOUGHT was my Fabletics order...NOPE. WRONG. It was from their sister company JustKids...apparently the two companies share the same warehouse and I got some 5 year-old's pink sequin boots and socks. Yes world, I'm 26 and my ovaries are dying before us all apparently. I'm constantly reminded that my biological clock is about to blow.
I confess that I judge a website by its cover. If it looks like something from 1996 with graphics made from MS Paint. Get the hell outta here.
I confess that I'm planning on just shoving everything I own into boxes and generically labeling things when we move because I have zero patience and I hate packing. Oh and I have too much shit.
I confess that I was checking my personal email at work and my boss just-so-happened to walk by and see the subject line "11 Ways to Keep Your Vagina Happy and Healthy" thanks for weeding that spam out Gmail. Grade A job right there. Also, note to self...unsubscribe from Women's Health mag's newsletters...
I confess that when I watch TV it's pure trash. Well...at least 85% of the time. Honey Boo Boo, Teen Mom, My Weight Is Killing Me, My Strange Addiction...yes.
Thursday night the hubs and I are going to our first football game together (insert awes here). I'm really flippin' excited because baseball...yawn. Over it. Even though it's pre-season, the Bears got a lot of new players so we need to see what they can do!
Oh and one last confession...I cheated and had an iced latte instead of sucking down more water. Oopsies. Sorry not sorry. When I stopped in, the baristas there seemed to have sighed in relief to know that I wasn't dead or dying. It's been two weeks.