Linking up with one of my favorite bloggers, Alyx, for Sunday Confessions.
I cringe when I hear about one of my exes getting engaged/married.
I really don't like it when people get in my bubble.
I think that's why I don't care too much for pets (they won't leave you alone).
While I love my long hair and getting compliments on it, I HATE fixing it.
Really though, who has the time to make their hair look like they walked off of a freakin pinterest board every single day?
Speaking of, I'm accepting Kelly's Messy Dirty Hair Challenge. You should go check it out! Just know that I'm so going to win. I have the whole dirty hair thing down so good, it's clean. (I know, lame joke).
Which brings me to another confession. I laugh at my own jokes.
Sticky children disgust me--as in, I won't touch them until they are no longer sticky.
I have a large collection of heels, which I used to wear all of the time, that I no longer have the desire to wear.
Maybe because I seem to step in cracks every time I wear them...
Maybe because my driveway is gravel (which ruins heels)...
Maybe because they make my feet hurt...
Maybe because I'm flat lazy and don't care if my legs look amazing...
I'm an Ambien texter--it's kinda like drunk texting, only when you're doped up on Ambien.
Seriously though, if we have a late night conversation, I have no control over my words and will not remember it the next day.
I want nothing more than a ginormous walk-in closet.