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Friday, October 29, 2010

Confessions

I'm in a random kinda mood tonight, so I'll give you a few of my confessions, ie. things most people don't know about me.

I love Taylor Swift.

I read like a fiend. I can literally sit down and finish a book in one sitting.

I'm probably one of the most passive people you'll ever meet. I don't like confrontation at all. In fact, I'll go out of my way to avoid it.

I was in a bad boat accident when I was 14, and I have some wicked cool scars on my leg. Sometimes when strangers ask me about them I say I got bit by a shark. (Yes, I've actually had people believe me.)

I was raised the only child in a single parent home, and I've never met my biological father, nor do I want to. And yes, I feel this has contributed greatly to the fact that I'm extremely spoiled, as well as my shyness and anxiety problems.

I hate scary movies. They give me horrible nightmares.
(This probably stems from the fact that I have serious anxiety issues that I should have probably seen a therapist for a long time ago. But I digress.)

I didn't have my first kiss until I was 17.

I have never used any illegal drug in my life. I've never even tried a cigarette, and I seldom drink alcohol. But when I do, I prefer what my husband calls "girly foo-foo drinks".

My husband and I are high school sweethearts. We've been together since we were 17. This December marks 4 years since we started dating. I complain about him a lot and he drives me nuts, but in reality he's my other half and he keeps me sane.

On the other hand, had you told me when we first started dating that in four years we'd be married and have two kids, I would have said you were bat $#*! crazy.

 I got early acceptance to my first choice college....then I got a positive pregnancy test. Now I'm in my second semester at the local community college getting my AAS in Early Childhood Education.

Well, that's enough of my deep, dark secrets for tonight. Happy Halloween everyone!

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