I confess that one of the biggest reasons I want a cell phone is that I'd like to be able to set certain songs as the ringtone and alerts.
I confess that I'm more paranoid than usual after what happened last week. (And that's another big reason I want a cellphone, hur.)
I confess that I love Saturdays at work, but hate how much they drag on after lunchtime. The day. just. won't. end. And I'm completely worn out by the end, and just want to slump over a cart and sleep. But the trade-off is that I get to drink tea as late into the day as I want, and that's pretty fair, I guess...
I confess that I was eager to go to work tomorrow at 4:50 today, and then I saw how many carts of books there
really were waiting to be shelved. Ugh. Quite a few more than I thought.
I confess that I HATE the music elitism that goes on in my family.
I confess that I wish she would IM me sometime.
I confess that sometimes my fantasies can get really, really weird, and I live in constant fear of mind-readers.
I confess that I'm bummed about those two new shirts shrinking in the wash. I bought them specifically because they were comfortably oversized. =(