Can we just chit chat about the new button? Holy hotness. I do like me some Ryan, but look at those eyes and that smirk. If I had a list - you know the ones... Look, I'm just saying I wouldn't kick him out of bed.
|guy looks good with his clothes on, that's rare.|
I really like to plan, and I really like things to go my way. I get crazy psycho bitch when things don't go to plan, even if it's we didn't go to the grocery when we said we were going to.
And I realise I'm a big ol hypocrite because all I do on this confessions is bitch about other people and their stupid decisions. Oops.
My nose bleeds a lot. a lot a lot. Like, every day in Summer (too hot) and in Winter (blow my nose too much) and in Spring (allergies, blowing nose too much again). Chlorine makes my nose bleed, salt water makes my nose bleed. Strong smells like nail polish remover, Abercrombie & Fitch or cigarette smoke can make it bleed. Getting hit in the face makes it bleed too. Anywho. So when it bleeds, I know how to handle it and make it stop and people like to tell me I am doing it wrong, and I'm like this is my nose and I have dealt with this shit for 27 years - I've got this. Moving on. When it bleeds, and I blow my nose to get the majority of it out, it sometimes goes out of the tissue and all over my face.
Well thats not really a confession, but if you ever see me with blood on my face, or on my shirt, don't worry but please do share it with me so I don't walk around like an idiot.
I am pretty clumsy. I walk into things, like walls that have been in my nana's house that she's been at all my life. I get really embarrassed and try and laugh but I'm really like ow, that hurt.
Why, when you are reading, do people think that means they should interrupt and ask what you are reading and if you are enjoying it? It makes me SO mad.
Sometimes I react to real life people and situations like I do the blog world and my blog friends and people are like WTF did you just say?
|except I do hide it. this blog, that is.|