I confess that the reason why I've been single for so long is because I stopped believing in love. I'm ok with that because I needed that time to heal and now I feel the need to let someone in. Just at a snails pace. :)

....i confess i feel exactly the same way buttercup......*smiles* ...thank you...for everything...i love you so much....

I confess I don't know it all gets done but it does in its own time.

I confess that I may have ulterior motives when I offered to take my friend out for a birthday breakfast this morning. #3daypancakecraving

I confess that I have eaten WAY too much this weekend.

To amend, I confess that I have eaten WAY too many Yorkshire puds with gravy this weekend.

I confess that I am about to toss back about 3 more with a pile of brisket and carrots.

I confess that I saw a kid backwash into the cup in the communion line today and I went to the other line.

I confess that I took over my bestie's kitchen this weekend and it may have severely ticked her off. I'm confessing but I'm not sorry.

I confess that I like my bestie's towels better than mine.

I confess that I will probably eat Cheesestrings and drink pop the whole way home.

I confess it has been a lovely do almost nothing weekend.

I confess any time my honey and I spend together goes by too fast.

I confess I really enjoyed the baked oatmeal I made for breakfast.

I confess my honey and I are extremely blessed in so many ways.

I confess a review of taxes show we are getting $1 back from IRS and owe $10 to the state.

I confess, you can't get much closer than that. :happyjump:

i confess that im forever yours....
i confess youve both won me over ...cheese makes almost everything taste better...
i confess i keep watching the clock....patiently...
i confess i enjoy my pepsi to be ice cold..instead of room temp
i confess i miss family time complete with games....and i cant wait for us to all be together ..

I confess....

For some reason, eating well has become easy. Maybe it's a matter of maturity. Maybe it's just a different environment. (No longer living with the circus-food freak that is my ex-husband?) Whatever the difference. I feel so positive about food these days. It's something to prepare, create and indulge in. It's like somewhere along the way it lost its hold on me and became something I could work with instead of fight. OK, this is a rambling thought. I'm done. I suppose I could've just said, "I confess, I love veggies!" ;)

I confess.... it feels damn good to get home after work....

i confess...
 

You're grounded :|

i confess i've fallen all the way in....yet i still feel like i'm floating deeper.....
i confess when youre there....my arms feel like the safest place in the world.....

i confess that i wish i was there to take you out tonight....even if we only went out long enough to get everything we needed to have a nice evening in.....

I confess...

... Lately I feel like the luckiest girl in the world!!

OK, I confess, I have a problem deligating when something is important to me ... I just want to see that everything is perfect. .................. *sigh* .............. Which means, if I'm honest with myself, I probably don't have the time and money to single-handedly plan and cater that party ................ Oh well :) .................. I'm having a helluva good time fantasizing about it ............. I'll ask for help tomorrow .............. Meanwhile, Over-the-Rainbow Mimosa cupcakes, anyone? ;)
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Sagittarius: Your current plans seem to have grown out of hand as you took an idea and turned it into something so grandiose that it's now impossible to manage. Instead of confidently imagining that you can do anything today, it's smarter to scale back your expectations and hit an easy target than to aim high and fall short. This doesn't mean that you should allow negativity to rule your choices; just let practicality be your guiding principle, instead.

.............. Meanwhile, Over-the-Rainbow Mimosa cupcakes, anyone? ;)
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wow do those sound yummy....are they easy to make...recipe please since I can't be up close and personal with one or two of them....lol

youre amazing.....*smiles* ....so you deserve to feel like that...always...

I confess...

...while I know I'm doing the right thing, my patience is wearing thin with my mother being here.

...I miss my privacy.

...I am nervous about having a new boss...even though I know I have powerful people in the company who totally support me.

...it feels wonderful to sleep through the night...and not to lay awake, stressed or upset, anymore.

...I am counting down the days. :rrose:

I confess that I get bashful around pretty women. I shuffle my feet and look down and my face gets red. Sheesh!!

I confess families keep life interesting, even states away.

I confess this is not usually a good thing, at least in my experience.

Forgive me, forumers, for I have sinned. It's been at least a week since my last confession.

*deep breath*

I ate 3 brownies and 4 Cheesestrings last night and went to bed dreaming of a butch in Toronto (nobody on this site) whom I'll never have a chance to seduce. I feel completely guiltless about the food but a little abashed at my squidgy little feelings.

Penance?

I confess.....

One thing on my list of things I want to get done that keeps reappearing is to put the CFL bulbs in. I bought a contractors pak at home depo (24) before thanksgiving.

Today is the day. I moved the car to get to the ladder. The Kayak was
in the way. Who put the ladder in that spot anyhow? Dragged it to the hallway AND finally got going.

I confess....an hour later, and a broken nail and another one chipped from those little screws that hold the glass light shades on.....one CFL replaced,
ladder propped against the wall.

I confess sleeping through the night would be heavenly tonight. I just keep pushing myself...

i confess my love continues to grow....

i confess i can't wait till my lentils and rice are done cooking.
i confess i should probably stay home again tomorrow... but i'm not gonna.
i confess i'm a hott mess. :p

I confess:
1. That I'm not perfect.
2. I'm not a daddy.
3. I'm not a badass at all times.
4. I'm not into Bdsm.
5. That I might not open all your doors.
6. I'm a kid at heart.
7. I'm just me. :)



* NOTE:
I was asked to confess what I am.
I'm just a butch who's laid back and
down to earth. Maybe even a stone butch.
I'm doing research on that. ;)

I confess... having my words twisted around tonight really turned into fun, kinky thoughts of "fun in the tub" ;) ;)

i confess...that my inner babygirl is feeling neglected and i hate that needy feeling and it makes me want to go hide somewhere.

I confess that my Mother drives me crazy!!!
I confess that I love me just the way I am.
I confess that I love reality tv.
I confess I love brunettes.
I confess that my Mother drives me crazy.
Hmmm, I think there's a pattern here. Lol. :)

I confess that I am finding more humor than I should in the drama at work. Folks, things change, that happens sometimes and that's okay.
I confess I find it inefficient to chase people down to find out what they really want me to do. I am not really a scary person.
I confess that my invisibility shield must be working very well as a parent I've met with and talked on the phone through out the school year claims to have not met me.
I confess that I am going to extra enjoy wine tonight.

I confess. I am made of a sweet, dark evil. I brought cake into a newsroom gearing up for election night. There's not a journalist alive who can resist sugar when on deadline. (*muahahahaha* <-- Maniacal laughter)

I tried some new recipes this weekend. The confection I arrived at was this delicious chocolate cake with an espresso glaze covered in a caramel frosting. One bite makes your eyes roll back in your head with food-gasm. ... And here's a close-up ...

http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/...y2012/Cake.jpg

I confess that I would really like to get wasted tonight but I'm so freakin exhausted it might be a waste cause I'd probably crash and burn before I emptied the bottle and met my goal of wastism... Yeh, I'm going with that confession.