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1. i'm secretly ticked off at the world series tonight for delaying glee. i know, what kind of American am i? isn't baseball as American as it gets? and yes, i know Glee can be.........naughty. but it's sorta my guilty pleasure.....cuz i'm in LOVE with the music. i watch the music videos over and over again on our DVR while i'm cleaning, making dinner, or just hangin' out around the house. the day they come out with a soundtrack, i'm sold. my most favorite song lately is "somebody to love."
2. i love sesame street. i feel like i can finally consider myself a true stay-at-home mom now that i've found my inner love for this show. i guess i just love how they appeal to parents with celebrities and little parodies of shows. my most favorite one lately is "preschool musical." check it out.
3. i think i laugh the hardest when other people fall or hurt themselves. i know i should show sympathy. but i don't. maybe it's because i'm super clumsy? (let's be honest, gravity is NOT my friend). anyway, i think i've watched this grape-stomping video at least a hundred times...and i laugh harder and harder every time i hear that poor lady groan. oh man, i'm so glad that wasn't me. then again, i bet that lady is glad she didn't fall down the stairs in front of everyone in a quiet church...
more confessions to come soon...
sooner than these ones did, i promise :)
xoxo
Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
confessions...california style
i thought i'd make a little deviation from my normal confessions segment......and introduce:
confessions: from my california eyes
1. i'm not very green. at all. and let me tell you, going green is a really big deal here in nor-cal. example: i'm pretty sure that 95% of californians in my area use their own reusable grocery bags. that information would've been useful BEFORE we went grocery shopping this week. i felt several greenly-conscious individuals peering down at me with eyes that said "wow, you're using enough plastic for the rest of us here, lady." and i wanted to say, "haven't you heard of the suffering economy? do you think i can afford to buy that many reusable bags? and then try to remember to bring them every time i shop anywhere? sounds exhausting."
2. i'm a terrible driver. i've known this for quite some time...but i'm becoming even more aware of this in this busy-racing-zoo-like-urban-jungle that i am adjusting to. i'm also discovering that using a blinker is basically a signal for any and every person to cut me off. what's up with that? anyway, one of my favorite bad-marci-driving experiences is the following:
three summers ago, M and i lived in southern california where he was doing the exotic job of summer sales (cough). well, my lil sis decided that coming to visit me for a couple weeks that summer sounded pretty fun. so along she came. well, there was this one road- Murrieta Hot Springs Road, to be exact...that had street lights like every 10 feet. really. it was ri-dic-u-lous. and it wasn't uncommon to find yourself accelerating excitedly only to become disappointed 2 seconds later at the sight of yet another yellow light. blasted street. well, one of those lights had one of those stupid cameras on them...the ones that snap a photo of you if you run a red light on it. well, Mimi and i were jabbering on and on (probably about some boy...or zac efron...or maybe we were quoting she's the man....or talking about something else equally embarrassing). but before we could say "i have a life-time of knowledge" i saw a flash of light. crap. double crap. i think i just got busted.
but months passed. we never heard anything about a ticket. maybe i got let off the hook?
ppphhhh.
wishful thinking.
we get a phone-call. mike's parents, who, unbeknownst to me, received all our information on our lil swan (our '01 corolla)....since it was registered in california. "uhm.........just curious...did marci run a red light recently?," they say. M's eyes pour into my soul.
gulp.
double, triple, quadruple gulp.
choke on spit.
"i think....uh...i....uh-hem....might have run a....red light.....a while ago...."
the phone conversation continues: "we have a hilarious picture of marci here.....she looks so peaceful.....in FOUR DIFFERENT ANGLES......clearly in the middle of the intersection."
caught.
crappers.
well, $400 bucks later, and many "sorry's" and "i promise i'll be better's" later....i am ticket-free.
like i said, i'm a terrible driver.
i'm getting better though.... ?
maybe you should ask M if that's really true.
3. i think i'd choose reading over any other activity of leisure out there. i'm happy to read all day long. even if hunger is yelling at me to stop. even when a baby crawls on top of me.
i love escaping to my reading world. i've escaped here lots since we've been in california. maybe i feel more at home in my reading world? or maybe it's because my reading world is so peaceful. it has fairies, dragons, girls who talk to geese, princes, vampires, authors, and happily ever afters. my reading world never disappoints. it never leaves me. it never moves. sure, it is fantasy. but it also never runs out. and a life-time of fantasy-world....is enchanting.
i'm not so sure my M would agree........ :)
4. i really like it here. (shhhhhh!!! don't tell!...because i'm supposed to hate it, remember!?) sure it's crowded with people. sure, i like to complain because i miss my family and my friends and my awesome next-door neighbors and my frozen yogurt place down the street and the library that ellie loves and seven peaks....and the list could go on and on. but we're really trying to find new places to love.
and while it's different (reallllllly different)....
it's already growing on me.
i love the how it smells (when someone isn't spitting out second hand smoke). it's clean. and when you sit on the beautiful front lawn at my inlaws' house, it smells like freshly cut grass and roses and vanilla and clean linen. it's lovely.
i love having this big house to stay in. ellie has more than 10 square feet to explore! she loves to climb up the stairs. she loves standing in the HUGE pantry and pull off her snacks, and them to me and clearly say, "MO-WA" (more). she loves to play in the pool. she loves the HUGE tv that plays a larger-than-life elmo.
i love having grandma and grandpa chapman here to love on E all the time. they love her. and she loves them. and she's so lucky to have them.
and so, while it's easy to hate it here...because i miss home so much, it's easier to love it here...because i'm happier when find things i love about being here.
and that's a big thing to confess for me.
so i think i'll leave it at that :)
xoxo
confessions: from my california eyes
1. i'm not very green. at all. and let me tell you, going green is a really big deal here in nor-cal. example: i'm pretty sure that 95% of californians in my area use their own reusable grocery bags. that information would've been useful BEFORE we went grocery shopping this week. i felt several greenly-conscious individuals peering down at me with eyes that said "wow, you're using enough plastic for the rest of us here, lady." and i wanted to say, "haven't you heard of the suffering economy? do you think i can afford to buy that many reusable bags? and then try to remember to bring them every time i shop anywhere? sounds exhausting."
2. i'm a terrible driver. i've known this for quite some time...but i'm becoming even more aware of this in this busy-racing-zoo-like-urban-jungle that i am adjusting to. i'm also discovering that using a blinker is basically a signal for any and every person to cut me off. what's up with that? anyway, one of my favorite bad-marci-driving experiences is the following:
three summers ago, M and i lived in southern california where he was doing the exotic job of summer sales (cough). well, my lil sis decided that coming to visit me for a couple weeks that summer sounded pretty fun. so along she came. well, there was this one road- Murrieta Hot Springs Road, to be exact...that had street lights like every 10 feet. really. it was ri-dic-u-lous. and it wasn't uncommon to find yourself accelerating excitedly only to become disappointed 2 seconds later at the sight of yet another yellow light. blasted street. well, one of those lights had one of those stupid cameras on them...the ones that snap a photo of you if you run a red light on it. well, Mimi and i were jabbering on and on (probably about some boy...or zac efron...or maybe we were quoting she's the man....or talking about something else equally embarrassing). but before we could say "i have a life-time of knowledge" i saw a flash of light. crap. double crap. i think i just got busted.
but months passed. we never heard anything about a ticket. maybe i got let off the hook?
ppphhhh.
wishful thinking.
we get a phone-call. mike's parents, who, unbeknownst to me, received all our information on our lil swan (our '01 corolla)....since it was registered in california. "uhm.........just curious...did marci run a red light recently?," they say. M's eyes pour into my soul.
gulp.
double, triple, quadruple gulp.
choke on spit.
"i think....uh...i....uh-hem....might have run a....red light.....a while ago...."
the phone conversation continues: "we have a hilarious picture of marci here.....she looks so peaceful.....in FOUR DIFFERENT ANGLES......clearly in the middle of the intersection."
caught.
crappers.
well, $400 bucks later, and many "sorry's" and "i promise i'll be better's" later....i am ticket-free.
like i said, i'm a terrible driver.
i'm getting better though.... ?
maybe you should ask M if that's really true.
3. i think i'd choose reading over any other activity of leisure out there. i'm happy to read all day long. even if hunger is yelling at me to stop. even when a baby crawls on top of me.
i love escaping to my reading world. i've escaped here lots since we've been in california. maybe i feel more at home in my reading world? or maybe it's because my reading world is so peaceful. it has fairies, dragons, girls who talk to geese, princes, vampires, authors, and happily ever afters. my reading world never disappoints. it never leaves me. it never moves. sure, it is fantasy. but it also never runs out. and a life-time of fantasy-world....is enchanting.
i'm not so sure my M would agree........ :)
4. i really like it here. (shhhhhh!!! don't tell!...because i'm supposed to hate it, remember!?) sure it's crowded with people. sure, i like to complain because i miss my family and my friends and my awesome next-door neighbors and my frozen yogurt place down the street and the library that ellie loves and seven peaks....and the list could go on and on. but we're really trying to find new places to love.
and while it's different (reallllllly different)....
it's already growing on me.
i love the how it smells (when someone isn't spitting out second hand smoke). it's clean. and when you sit on the beautiful front lawn at my inlaws' house, it smells like freshly cut grass and roses and vanilla and clean linen. it's lovely.
i love having this big house to stay in. ellie has more than 10 square feet to explore! she loves to climb up the stairs. she loves standing in the HUGE pantry and pull off her snacks, and them to me and clearly say, "MO-WA" (more). she loves to play in the pool. she loves the HUGE tv that plays a larger-than-life elmo.
i love having grandma and grandpa chapman here to love on E all the time. they love her. and she loves them. and she's so lucky to have them.
and so, while it's easy to hate it here...because i miss home so much, it's easier to love it here...because i'm happier when find things i love about being here.
and that's a big thing to confess for me.
so i think i'll leave it at that :)
xoxo
Sunday, July 26, 2009
confessions of a crazy lady part III
you know the drill........so here we go again
1. tweezing is at the top of my list of least favorite things about being a woman (yes, i have a list. i love lists, remember?). in fact, i haven't tweezed my eyebrows since school let out in june. AH! i know, that's terrible. and for all of you uber observant ladies -- yes, i know that my eyebrows are bushy. and overgrown. and i should probably fix that instead of blogging right now. but i'm not going to do that. ohhh the sweet pain of tweezing. maybe tomorrow?
1a. while i'm on the hygeine subject.........i haven't clipped E's little fingernails since i last tweezed. GASP! yeah, she basically has little claws right now. what a terrible mother i am. but i hate how she twists and yanks her hands away from me, which inevitably makes me miss her nails, and which leads to making her little fingers bleed. such a dilemma. maybe i'll do that when she wakes up in the morning...
2. i am an ellen degeneres fan. and a big one at that. i think she is hilarious. she can make me laugh even if i am fuming mad and even if i am bluesy sad. one time, a few summers ago, some friends and i got to see her in burbanks for her "ellen in the park" show...and i got selected to play musical chairs. i won a coffee maker. and i also got to sit right next to ellen when she came and danced with us. and i also got to sit front row when kanye west sang "i aint sayin' she a gold digga." it was all very thrilling...and i almost felt like a celebrity. almost. and so, i loved seeing her on So You Think You Can Dance this week.
3. when i was little, i wanted to be dorothy. i think i was dorothy for like 5 consecutive halloweens...and then i took a break from being dorothy and was so dissatisfied that i decided to be dorothy again. i used to watch the wizard of oz over and over and over again. my brother hated it. i remember one time he asked me, "doesn't the witch scare you? she's scawwwwwy" (he was like 3 or 4). yes, the witch was scary- but dorothy was my hero so much that i just didn't care. some other interesting trivia is that my favorite song is somewhere over the rainbow, and one of my favorite phrases is there's no place like home. i guess i'm just a wizard of oz junkie.
{photographic proof of my dorothyness obsessions}
i have lots of other things that i considered adding to this confession list...but to save myself from too much embarrassment, and with the hopes that i'll keep you wanting more, i will now sign off..........
as ellie says, night night.
xoxo
1. tweezing is at the top of my list of least favorite things about being a woman (yes, i have a list. i love lists, remember?). in fact, i haven't tweezed my eyebrows since school let out in june. AH! i know, that's terrible. and for all of you uber observant ladies -- yes, i know that my eyebrows are bushy. and overgrown. and i should probably fix that instead of blogging right now. but i'm not going to do that. ohhh the sweet pain of tweezing. maybe tomorrow?
1a. while i'm on the hygeine subject.........i haven't clipped E's little fingernails since i last tweezed. GASP! yeah, she basically has little claws right now. what a terrible mother i am. but i hate how she twists and yanks her hands away from me, which inevitably makes me miss her nails, and which leads to making her little fingers bleed. such a dilemma. maybe i'll do that when she wakes up in the morning...
2. i am an ellen degeneres fan. and a big one at that. i think she is hilarious. she can make me laugh even if i am fuming mad and even if i am bluesy sad. one time, a few summers ago, some friends and i got to see her in burbanks for her "ellen in the park" show...and i got selected to play musical chairs. i won a coffee maker. and i also got to sit right next to ellen when she came and danced with us. and i also got to sit front row when kanye west sang "i aint sayin' she a gold digga." it was all very thrilling...and i almost felt like a celebrity. almost. and so, i loved seeing her on So You Think You Can Dance this week.
3. when i was little, i wanted to be dorothy. i think i was dorothy for like 5 consecutive halloweens...and then i took a break from being dorothy and was so dissatisfied that i decided to be dorothy again. i used to watch the wizard of oz over and over and over again. my brother hated it. i remember one time he asked me, "doesn't the witch scare you? she's scawwwwwy" (he was like 3 or 4). yes, the witch was scary- but dorothy was my hero so much that i just didn't care. some other interesting trivia is that my favorite song is somewhere over the rainbow, and one of my favorite phrases is there's no place like home. i guess i'm just a wizard of oz junkie.
{photographic proof of my dorothyness obsessions}as ellie says, night night.
xoxo
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
these are my confessions, part 2
welcome to segment 2 of "confessions of a...."
i know, back so soon.
i'm telling you, there's lots to confess.
so i'll stop wasting time...and just cut to the chase.
1. the very first CD i ever owned was Fantasy by Mariah Carey. to this day, i can sing every single word to every single track on that album...and basically every Mariah song, for that matter. now, here's the confession part: when i was little, i used to choreograph lipsynchs to Mariah's songs (i wanted to BE Mariah!). i would be in the bathroom for hours doing my hair all sexy-frizzy-curly (c'mon, i was like 8) and snag some of my mom's make-up (sorry, mom!). i remember on the cover of her single CD "One Sweet Day" with Boys 2 Men, she was wearing these short-short-cut-off-denim shorts with this ballet-top that hung over her shoulder (and the bra strap was hangin out...gotta love the 90's). and so i'd always wear something similar (well....my espirit/jordache versions of those things...and my training bra). then i'd convince my neighbor friend, lindi, to come over and be the lights crew...we'd be in my bedroom for hours deciding just the right beats to make the lights go on and off- and when and how she would be my back-up dancer and singer (poor, poor Lindi). once we had a finished project, of course my mom or sister would have to come watch...and we expected standing ovations and phrases like, "wow, you really could be mistaken for Mariah!" "that was fantastic! can i have your autograph?!" "are you Mariah Carey's sister?" stuff like that. i still giggle thinking of those lipsynchs. and still might even remember some of the choreography......
2. i can fall asleep anywhere....and if i'm really, really tired...i might talk in my sleep. not always. but sometimes. in fact, i have been known to have full-on conversations with M while sleeping. from what he tells me, i have two alter-egos: the first is very sweet and kind and angelic. i'll tell him how much i love him and how much i love heaven and strawberries and other embarrassing things like that. the second is angry and feisty and rude. in this crazy state, i tell him that i'm not asleep and that i am not going to bed. i refuse any and all reason...and i might even insult poor M. the only advantage to this little narcoleptic glitch of mine is that i am convinced M will remember all of our conversations before bed because he most likely will have had them twice (that first time before bed and then again the next morning when he re-tells me what he was telling me then). brains brains brains...why are they so strange!?
3. i have a hard time keeping a neat, clean house. (whew! i said it. sweet, sweet liberation!). now don't get me wrong- we are CLEAN. i don't like germs. i don't like dust. i don't like dirty dishes in my sink. what i'm talking about is the clutter. the mess. the toys spread out across our front room because i just can't bare picking them up for the gazillionth time that day...along with some crumbs that were spilt from a baggie of snacks right AFTER i vacuumed (and put it away). i get really overwhelmed when i see the perfection of some homes and how neat and tidy they are. hopefully i'll win this battle against the messy monster...so that my kids won't be that roommate you had in college (you know, the one who NEVER picked her clothes up off of the floor...or wiped the counter clean...or vacuumed...and you wondered to yourself, does she even know how to operate a vacuum?), and so i may gain a little sanity in this crazy zoo i live in.
so there you have it.
3 more confessions.
3 steps closer to losing all respect for me :)
until next time!
xoxo
i know, back so soon.
i'm telling you, there's lots to confess.
so i'll stop wasting time...and just cut to the chase.
1. the very first CD i ever owned was Fantasy by Mariah Carey. to this day, i can sing every single word to every single track on that album...and basically every Mariah song, for that matter. now, here's the confession part: when i was little, i used to choreograph lipsynchs to Mariah's songs (i wanted to BE Mariah!). i would be in the bathroom for hours doing my hair all sexy-frizzy-curly (c'mon, i was like 8) and snag some of my mom's make-up (sorry, mom!). i remember on the cover of her single CD "One Sweet Day" with Boys 2 Men, she was wearing these short-short-cut-off-denim shorts with this ballet-top that hung over her shoulder (and the bra strap was hangin out...gotta love the 90's). and so i'd always wear something similar (well....my espirit/jordache versions of those things...and my training bra). then i'd convince my neighbor friend, lindi, to come over and be the lights crew...we'd be in my bedroom for hours deciding just the right beats to make the lights go on and off- and when and how she would be my back-up dancer and singer (poor, poor Lindi). once we had a finished project, of course my mom or sister would have to come watch...and we expected standing ovations and phrases like, "wow, you really could be mistaken for Mariah!" "that was fantastic! can i have your autograph?!" "are you Mariah Carey's sister?" stuff like that. i still giggle thinking of those lipsynchs. and still might even remember some of the choreography......
2. i can fall asleep anywhere....and if i'm really, really tired...i might talk in my sleep. not always. but sometimes. in fact, i have been known to have full-on conversations with M while sleeping. from what he tells me, i have two alter-egos: the first is very sweet and kind and angelic. i'll tell him how much i love him and how much i love heaven and strawberries and other embarrassing things like that. the second is angry and feisty and rude. in this crazy state, i tell him that i'm not asleep and that i am not going to bed. i refuse any and all reason...and i might even insult poor M. the only advantage to this little narcoleptic glitch of mine is that i am convinced M will remember all of our conversations before bed because he most likely will have had them twice (that first time before bed and then again the next morning when he re-tells me what he was telling me then). brains brains brains...why are they so strange!?
3. i have a hard time keeping a neat, clean house. (whew! i said it. sweet, sweet liberation!). now don't get me wrong- we are CLEAN. i don't like germs. i don't like dust. i don't like dirty dishes in my sink. what i'm talking about is the clutter. the mess. the toys spread out across our front room because i just can't bare picking them up for the gazillionth time that day...along with some crumbs that were spilt from a baggie of snacks right AFTER i vacuumed (and put it away). i get really overwhelmed when i see the perfection of some homes and how neat and tidy they are. hopefully i'll win this battle against the messy monster...so that my kids won't be that roommate you had in college (you know, the one who NEVER picked her clothes up off of the floor...or wiped the counter clean...or vacuumed...and you wondered to yourself, does she even know how to operate a vacuum?), and so i may gain a little sanity in this crazy zoo i live in.
so there you have it.
3 more confessions.
3 steps closer to losing all respect for me :)
until next time!
xoxo
Thursday, July 9, 2009
confessions of a half-cuban-stay-at-home-mom-drama-queen PART I
i'd like to welcome you to my newest blog segment:
"confessions of a.... yadda yadda yadda."
aka, welcome to my circle of trust.
each week, (or less...or more) i will share with you some of my latest confessions.
things that i probably shouldn't tell you.
and that i would prefer you kept between me and you.
things that you may judge me for or love me for....
but hopefully things that will make us closer.
i will start my segment with 3 simple confessions.
here we go.
#1. tonight i went to a hip-hop class for the second time. which means i danced hip hop for the second time in my life. yes, i am terrible. yes, my ankles are throbbing. and yes, i. love. it. and just when i was having second thoughts about my stiff hips and lack of popping skills, darren, the amazingly talented, huge, big black hip-hop instructor glided back to my corner and said, "mmmm you move it girl, yeeeeaahhhh." and i felt empowered. and i will continue to pop it and lock it every wednesday at 9:00 pm.
#2. i may or may not have the following artists on my ipod: nsync, mylie cyrus (and her alter ego...which i can't even type out of embarrassment), hilary duff, high school musical 1...and 2...ok, and 3, and (gasp) hanson..... (remember mmmbop?). and i may or may not exercise to those artists on a regular basis. im a sucker for the cheesy-happy music. wow, that felt really good to get that out there.
#3. i have worn fake hair (double gasp!). no it wasn't a wig, and no, it wasn't extensions. remember those clippie thingies they used to sell at the mall that had all of the different hair colors attached to them...so the cool thing to do was to match it to your hair color and make it look like you had this gorgeous, lush pony-tail? yeah, i was a sucker for that. before a football game one friday night, my mom and i were at the mall and this lady at the clippie-hair kiosk convinced us how gorgeous i looked with that wad of fake hair attached to my head. so we bought it. now, i was either a sophomore or a junior in high school... and i was a cheerleader (i guess this is a double confession). and, anyone who went to Davis High knows that everyone and their dog goes to those football games. so we were warming up our tumbling skills on the track and the game was about to begin. it's my turn to tumble. i get my running start...round-off...back-handspring....and KER-SPLAT. what the heck was that!? i look behind me...and there is this huge pile of hair greatly resembling a large rodent carcass. i run as fast as i can to pick up my hair remnants....and scan the crowd to see if anyone noticed...and sure enough, there's my mom, laughing sooooo hard, i thought she might have a heart-attack. to this day, this story could make my mom pee her pants in laughter. word of advice: stick with your real locks...unless the fake ones are permanently attached to your head.
hope you enjoyed this week's confession segment.
stay tuned for many confessions to come.
xoxo
"confessions of a.... yadda yadda yadda."
aka, welcome to my circle of trust.
each week, (or less...or more) i will share with you some of my latest confessions.
things that i probably shouldn't tell you.
and that i would prefer you kept between me and you.
things that you may judge me for or love me for....
but hopefully things that will make us closer.
i will start my segment with 3 simple confessions.
here we go.
#1. tonight i went to a hip-hop class for the second time. which means i danced hip hop for the second time in my life. yes, i am terrible. yes, my ankles are throbbing. and yes, i. love. it. and just when i was having second thoughts about my stiff hips and lack of popping skills, darren, the amazingly talented, huge, big black hip-hop instructor glided back to my corner and said, "mmmm you move it girl, yeeeeaahhhh." and i felt empowered. and i will continue to pop it and lock it every wednesday at 9:00 pm.
#2. i may or may not have the following artists on my ipod: nsync, mylie cyrus (and her alter ego...which i can't even type out of embarrassment), hilary duff, high school musical 1...and 2...ok, and 3, and (gasp) hanson..... (remember mmmbop?). and i may or may not exercise to those artists on a regular basis. im a sucker for the cheesy-happy music. wow, that felt really good to get that out there.
#3. i have worn fake hair (double gasp!). no it wasn't a wig, and no, it wasn't extensions. remember those clippie thingies they used to sell at the mall that had all of the different hair colors attached to them...so the cool thing to do was to match it to your hair color and make it look like you had this gorgeous, lush pony-tail? yeah, i was a sucker for that. before a football game one friday night, my mom and i were at the mall and this lady at the clippie-hair kiosk convinced us how gorgeous i looked with that wad of fake hair attached to my head. so we bought it. now, i was either a sophomore or a junior in high school... and i was a cheerleader (i guess this is a double confession). and, anyone who went to Davis High knows that everyone and their dog goes to those football games. so we were warming up our tumbling skills on the track and the game was about to begin. it's my turn to tumble. i get my running start...round-off...back-handspring....and KER-SPLAT. what the heck was that!? i look behind me...and there is this huge pile of hair greatly resembling a large rodent carcass. i run as fast as i can to pick up my hair remnants....and scan the crowd to see if anyone noticed...and sure enough, there's my mom, laughing sooooo hard, i thought she might have a heart-attack. to this day, this story could make my mom pee her pants in laughter. word of advice: stick with your real locks...unless the fake ones are permanently attached to your head.
hope you enjoyed this week's confession segment.
stay tuned for many confessions to come.
xoxo
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