Clothes & Confessions

I confess…

I picked this dress out for myself back when I worked for StitchFix. Pretty sure that’s where all my paychecks from that establishment went actually.

My kitchen floor always looks like that; it’s not just dirty. You should see the carpet.. yikes.

I keep baking things for people that I can’t eat myself (read: all dairy everything), but then I accidentally lick spoons and, well, my stomach is retaliating as we speak.

I lost a bet on the Super Bowl game and now I have to do a choreographed dance to a Katy Perry song.. Should I wear a “Blades of Glory” costume too?

I text people in hashtags when I drink too much champagne.

Yesterday was Ziggy’s birthday and I forgot until my grandma wrote on her Facebook wall.

…my dog has a Facebook page.

Every night when I walk home from the train, it’s super dark out and I get scared so I’ve gotten into the habit of calling someone every time. I call it “talking me home.”

Sometimes when I’m PMSing and someone doesn’t answer for said talk home, I cry.

I worked out my arms with 5-pounders last night and I could barely lift them afterward. I really can’t lift them now. #weakling

I can’t remember the last time I painted my finger or toe nails. Good thing I’m not one of the 56 bajillion people getting engaged right now.

I refuse to spend money on gym clothes and I realized yesterday at the gym that I do, in fact, have the world’s ugliest gym attire and world’s least supportive sports bras.

I also never want to spend money on intimate apparel, so there are holes all over my skivvies, but I ordered three new pairs of boots the other day. Priorities?

I just discovered this band, and I’m obsessed.

I think that’s all I’ve got. What do you confess? Go link up with Melissa!
Also linking up here.