Holy shit! I am yet to confess in 2018!! This might be a long one, you guys. I need to confess some serious shit STAT!

If this is your first confession with me – this is how it works: I have this problem where I just say things. I’m blunt {hence the name of my blog} and I don’t know how to hold back. So I confess my feelings, secrets, lame shit… all of the above. I’m not sure it’s a very endearing quality but oh well. Time to confess…

• I. HATE. PEOPLE. I know you know this about me but the hatred has grown exponentially. I might need to see a doctor.
• I’m binging NCIS on Netflix right now because I’m 85 years old and I have a legit crush on Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I MEAN COME ON.

• I have officially been blogging on WordPress (not blogging as a whole) for 11 years. I don’t have much to show for it but that’s okay. I don’t do this for you. I do this for me.
• This is a new era for me – one I have deemed #sarahsrenaissance.
• When you have curly hair – no one notices when it gets long. My hair is actually almost to my butt – longest it’s been in years – but still curls to my shoulders. NOT A SOUL HAS NOTICED. Ass holes.
• I am recovering from bronchitis. It kicked my actual ass. I was legit sick for over 3 weeks and am still not 100%. It’s fucking bull shit.
• I don’t understand people who you haven’t spoken to (either in real life or on social media) in years or have any interaction with whatsoever who creep on your social and then comment like your families hang out every weekend at the pool. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
• Making a planner decision for the upcoming year takes me weeks of studying, research, debate, confiding in my best, etc. and is easily one of the hardest #firstworldproblems I’ll encounter for the year. My husband makes a mockery of the whole thing. Whatever.
• I’m intrigued by dip powder nails. I don’t know why….
• I took my tweenager and two pups on vacation by myself and NO ONE DIED!! I’ll admit, I thought it would be a disaster but it went better than expected. I consider this a great accomplishment.
• I’m revisiting my like for pins. And Etsy is my playground.

• Never have I ever paid to have someone torture me in the gym before. I believe they call these professionals, trainers. However, I am closer to my first goal major weightloss achievement and am highly considering it. Clearly, not only am I losing weight, but also brain cells.
• The 90s are back and I am here for all of it. I will say I find it super irritating that these little teeny bopper shits are rocking NKOTB and Run DMC shirts like it’s no big deal but they wouldn’t even know their epics jams if they were smacked in the face with their CDs.
• I AM READY FOR SWEATER WEATHER! Fuck Summer. I am over it. I am ready for cardigans, Birkenstock clogs (yeah I still wear them and since the 90s are back – I’m totally in fashion, so there!!!), Fall foilage and WINTER. (NOTE: I am ANTI-pumpkin spice)
• I am literally running out of clothes to wear that fit me and I am too cheap to buy myself new clothes. I’m the money/bill person at our house. All I see are $$$ and how I could utilize that in a more productive fashion (pardon the pun) versus just buying clothes.
• Fairly confident that I will purchase whatever phone Apple drops this year because my 6s is acting like a piece of shit and I refuse to only have a work phone.
• We have a neighborhood poopbandit who has been shitting in the community pool. As a result the pool as been closed for cleaning. I may never set foot in it again.
• The prospect of three paychecks in one month always gets me giddy! And then life happens and somehow I don’t get to enjoy that extra paycheck. Sigh.
• My kid has to get a new competition leo for the second year in a row. Last year I was told the leo would be used for two years. APPARENTLY we are getting new ones this year because some parents complained about the red of the leos from last year (they were black, red and sliver) and are totally okay dropping $300.00 for shits and giggles. I want names. I want the names of said complainers so I can find them and give them something to actually complain about. And also bill them $300.00 for the extra fucking leo I have to buy.
• I have no use for Facebook anymore. I actually hate it. If it wasn’t for family overseas – I would delete it. I don’t get me started on FB messenger…

 

These are my confessions.