I’m pretty sure someone has used that title before considering it is such a simple rhyme. I have decided to participate in the hump day confessions although I really don’t know what I am going to confess yet… Let’s get this started shall we.
I follow a lot of the athletes on Instagram that play for my alma matter, the University of Louisville. Not only do I follow them, I follow their significant other, their families, and their close friends. This became awkward on a typical Saturday when I stopped by Aldo. One of the athletes ex-girlfriends just started working there that I follow on IG. She was really nice and thankfully did not recognize that I Instagram stalk her. She has like 11K followers so it makes sense. I’m not cool enough.
I hate wearing high heels but I wear them anyway and act as if I am a professional and there is zero pain. I’m completely comfortable standing on the tips of my toes with my heels 3-6 inches of the ground for extended periods of time. Total piece of cake. Can I do this all day? Sure! Why do I love something that hurts so good?
I order a bunch of stuff online and when I get it the first thing I do is decide what will be returned to the store. How was I supposed to be sure that I would like something that a 5’10 112 pound model was wearing? I mean I am 5’9 but nowhere near that skinny. You’ve seen the padding I’m working with.
I am addicted to trashy reality TV. I LOVE to watch the drama go down. Even if it is fake, I don’t care if these people are actors just pretending to be themselves but their lives are not really as crazy as they act on TV. Or are they?
I break traffic laws on a daily basis, usually more then once. It’s the speed limit, they aren’t fast enough. I have a problem. I have gotten plenty of tickets in multiple states but I can’t stop. I never get out of the tickets either. I am always in a hurry to get somewhere to wait. My friends are always late and I am always early so I get there first and get upset that I have to wait on everyone. Speaking of waiting…..
I am the most impatient person when it comes to anything involving me waiting on someone else. If we have agreed to meet for lunch at 12 and you are late, every minute after 12 I feel like I am holding in a monster so as not to rip your head off. I can’t even tell you why I haven’t gotten past this yet. Almost everyone I associate with is late all the time! One would think I would adjust accordingly. Nope. I just set myself up for frustration.
With that I’ll conclude my confessions. Mostly because I don’t really feel like anything I do is weird or that out of the ordinary thus making it difficult to ‘confess’ too much of anything. I really need to pay more attention to my actions because I am positive there are things I don’t share with you fabulous people. Per usual I will also join in the Hump Day Blog Hop. Stop by and check both of the link-ups. Some pretty