My Fifth Confessional

I forgot to tell you guys about my Valentines Day! It was the first time I actually had a Valentine but, unfortunately, my Valentine had to work all day.

So I spent the day alone making heart shaped cut-out cookies. I made about 40 cookies, thinking that it was nothing. And to bake 40 cookies was nothing, but to frost and decorate 40 cookies was something-a whole lot of work. But they did turn out cute.

My Valentine came over around 9:30 and we exchanged gifts. I got a nice box of chocolates and a stuffed monkey named Bonsai. Normally, I hate stuffed animals, but this little monkey was so cute I just couldn’t help but love the little guy.

After exchanging gifts, we made a frozen pizza and watched The Time Traveler’s Wife. My Valentine fell asleep about 10 minutes into the movie. And by the time he woke up, Valentine’s Day was over.

So Valentine’s Day wasn’t a huge success this year, but the important thing was that I got to eat yummy cookies all day.

And I woke up the next morning to find that I could no longer fit into my skinny jeans:(

My Fourth Confessional

Today my confessional is going to be very short, but there is one pressing matter that I feel I need to address.

I moved away from Kansas to a worldly view of life. I was so excited to move close to D.C. My thinking was that it would not be full of narrow-minded jackasses; I could not have been more wrong.

Just for the record I am not a homosexual but I have ZERO tolerance for homophobia of any kind. And it pisses me off when people say that gay marriage should be illegal. I don’t care what your reason is for thinking this way-it is absolutely ridiculous!

Now to be fair, I am a Catholic and I was raised that homosexuality is wrong. And I still believe that it may be wrong. I don’t think that you can be gay one week and straight the next-you’re either gay or you’re not. But your sexual orientation is not to be judged by your peers, but by God and God alone.

With that said, I still am hearing the same arguments about the sanctity of marriage being corroded by homosexual unions. And my thought is this-as long as divorce is accepted, homosexual unions should be accepted as well, because divorce is just as corrosive, if not more, than homosexual unions.

If I wanted to be with a bunch of Bible-beating Republicans, I would have kept my ass in Kansas. Now shape up, America.

My Third Confessional

Last night I was making dinner for a friend, when my blackberry goes off; I had a facebook friend request, not just any friend request- it was from my mother!!

I was completely shocked. I had no idea that my mother knew how to turn on the computer monitor, let alone log onto the internet and go to a webpage. Once the waves of shock subsided, I confirmed her.

I was eating my delicious Italian dinner (yes I can cook) when my mother calls me. I answer the phone, and before I can spit out the word “hi,” she’s screaming at me.

What the fuck is her problem?!?!?!?!?!?!

I had completely forgotten that I had pictures from Halloween on my page. I had been Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz this year, but it was a sexy version of Dorothy that showed by boobs and my bum. So not only did my mother get to see my goodies, but also got to see me taking shots in almost every picture.

Hey, I was just having a good time;)

Since I know that my mother is not tech-savvy, I told her that the pictures were just photo-shopped, and she completely believed it. She wasn’t quite sure why I would want photos like that available for others to see, but I assured her that it was just a college thing.

Damn, really dodged a bullet there!

Ladies and Gents, if you’re going to learn one thing from this blog let it be this:
DO NOT have your parents be your friend on facebook!