I CONFESS...
Home T found here...comes in all 50 states and then some! Warning: it's insanely soft.
I confess: sometimes when I drag my camera out to the sagebrush in my backyard to take blog photos, I feel like I should feel embarrassed. Like it isn't something normal people do and what will the neighbors think when they look out their window and see me? But then I think again and am so totally not embarrassed.
I confess: while checking my instagram feed the other day, I noticed more and more people lamenting that, "it's soooo hot! I'm so over this heat! Hashtag is it fall yet?!" And I seriously just want to smack all you weather complainers. Because it's not only entirely not original but you will be the exact same annoying people come winter when you start complaining how "coooooollldddd is it and so. much. snow. and OMG hashtag is it spring yet?!" Criminy. Stop just stop already.
I confess: no one cares how often your name gets misspelled on Starbucks cups. (Upload to instagram: five million photos of yourself holding up a coffee cup with your name spelled wrong with the caption "I can't even tell you how many times they misspell my name. Wtf?" Maybe if your mom didn't try to be cool and edgy by giving you a stupid spelling name you wouldn't have to carry this burden your whole life. Regardless, shut up cause OMG no one cares.
I confess: vague Facebook posts really set me over the edge. Either spill or don't, because people don't log on to social media just to indulge in your theatrics. The worst ones are when someone "checks in" at a hospital with no other mention (let me guess...you got admitted for being a drama queen?) and prayer requests with no explanation. No, I won't pray for you unless you tell me why I'm praying. My facebook prayers come with a cost: nosiness.
I confess: those YouTube tutorial videos on contouring? Have me so perplexed. I mean, it just looks like SO MUCH MAKEUP and I swear if I had all that on my face and tried to blend it together, it would look like a batch of brownies before they were baked! So many questions I have for those girls: is it hard? Can you swim? Did it hurt? Does Jesus recognize you in the "after" photo? If you were stranded on an island and had no food in sight, could you eat the pounds of makeup caked on our face and survive for a century? Please tell me I NEED TO KNOW!
I confess: I haven't looked to see if my husband was one of the leaked Ashley Madison users for a few reasons...like he doesn't really know how to use the internet and I mean, hello...I still wear Uggs with jean shorts. What's more skanky than that?!
K bye.
I confess: sometimes when I drag my camera out to the sagebrush in my backyard to take blog photos, I feel like I should feel embarrassed. Like it isn't something normal people do and what will the neighbors think when they look out their window and see me? But then I think again and am so totally not embarrassed.
I confess: while checking my instagram feed the other day, I noticed more and more people lamenting that, "it's soooo hot! I'm so over this heat! Hashtag is it fall yet?!" And I seriously just want to smack all you weather complainers. Because it's not only entirely not original but you will be the exact same annoying people come winter when you start complaining how "coooooollldddd is it and so. much. snow. and OMG hashtag is it spring yet?!" Criminy. Stop just stop already.
I confess: no one cares how often your name gets misspelled on Starbucks cups. (Upload to instagram: five million photos of yourself holding up a coffee cup with your name spelled wrong with the caption "I can't even tell you how many times they misspell my name. Wtf?" Maybe if your mom didn't try to be cool and edgy by giving you a stupid spelling name you wouldn't have to carry this burden your whole life. Regardless, shut up cause OMG no one cares.
I confess: vague Facebook posts really set me over the edge. Either spill or don't, because people don't log on to social media just to indulge in your theatrics. The worst ones are when someone "checks in" at a hospital with no other mention (let me guess...you got admitted for being a drama queen?) and prayer requests with no explanation. No, I won't pray for you unless you tell me why I'm praying. My facebook prayers come with a cost: nosiness.
I confess: those YouTube tutorial videos on contouring? Have me so perplexed. I mean, it just looks like SO MUCH MAKEUP and I swear if I had all that on my face and tried to blend it together, it would look like a batch of brownies before they were baked! So many questions I have for those girls: is it hard? Can you swim? Did it hurt? Does Jesus recognize you in the "after" photo? If you were stranded on an island and had no food in sight, could you eat the pounds of makeup caked on our face and survive for a century? Please tell me I NEED TO KNOW!
I confess: I haven't looked to see if my husband was one of the leaked Ashley Madison users for a few reasons...like he doesn't really know how to use the internet and I mean, hello...I still wear Uggs with jean shorts. What's more skanky than that?!
K bye.
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