I confess.... I just realized it's Monday. 

i confess that i feel like i need to drink a lot of vodka.

I confess that I told my mother I had a cold to avoid going to a bridal shower when I actually just have a sore throat.  And I've just nicked a few of my roomate's Jelly Bellies that he left out on the kitchen counter.

I confess that I'm really exhausted, unmotivated, and pretty much just moody and miserable. And as much as I love my sweet lil kidlets, I confess that I'm kinda glad my week is ending in the morning and their dad's week is beginning. They're amazing rugrats for sure, but I just really need some "me" time.

I confess...I seem to have a knack for ruffling people's feathers.

I confess I enjoy ruffling certain individuals' feathers.

I confess....

Sometimes I see folks I'd like to have ruffle my feathers 

I confess...Virginia and Miniar have returned a bit of a smile to my face.

I confess I love Min's dancing Gir graphic, and it gets "the Doom song" stuck in my head every time... lol

I confess that I have a thing for Hugh Grant.  He could charm my pants off...literally. 

I confess I'm at work at this moment in time.
Bosswoman's coming in about 45 minutes.
I intend to talk to her about my "situation".
I confess I'm nervous, more so than is "rational".
I confess that makes me want to kick myself.
I confess that wanting to kick myself makes me sad.

I confess that I'm wondering how Min's talk went

I confess, my day hasn't gotten off to a great start.

I confess I was all worked up over nothing.
I confess that happens practically every other day.

(In other words, talk went perfectly fine..)

I'm glad it went well, Miniar!!


I confess that I'm all out of nice for my mother's boyfriend and I wish she had the sense to break it off and date someone better. 

I confess that this Dr. Pepper is not helping my cramps and emotional-ness...

I confess I'm so tired I fell asleep on the kb a little bit ago... :/

I confess that I haven't been to Susan's Place in ages.

I confess I am still in love with my ex.. even though its been 15 months apart..

I confess I'm still freaking out...
Every doctor I've gone to about my physical pain and exhaustion has shown me extremely little respect and so I've had a really hard time getting something done about it. Here I am planning to go to Reykjavík to pitch my case to about half a dozen people to try and get to have T soon as possible... and I can't help but to think...
What if the world stays true to it's form?