confession.. inspired by inner beauty

i don't think i've ever posted a confession blog. here goes:

my love for reality tv is waning. this concerns me. i was unable to get through the first episode of this season's bachelor. it might partly be that i met the douchebag on my honeymoon and he was kind of one of those really sweet fake pricks. i don't know. picture to follow soon.

i don't know what kind of person i am. i used to be a morning person. i need to figure this out asap...it's kind of a defining thing in my mind.

i don't know if want kids.. in the past it's been a solid "NO".. but the thought of never bearing the fruit of my loom makes me sad-ish.

i want a shamwow. badly.

i love my betty-cat more than my irie-cat... another indicator that i shouldn't have kids.

lately, it's hard to eat. this isn't an anorexia kind of thing. it's just that nothing sounds good, except for the stroganof husband made last night. that was tasty.

the lack of eating thing sucks, i hate that my stomach hurts, i need to re-fill the 32B.

i'm unoriginal. i copy blogs.. sorry ally.

i've decided against having a good writer friend give an opinion on my old stuff. i don't want the results.

apparently my brother and i share very similar mannerisms. i don't know how i feel about that.

i miss people that i shouldn't.

i think that's good enough for now.

confession, anyone?