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If I Could...

Truths...okay, okay...confessions:

I'm addicted to pinterest.com - truly, it's like getting a new glossy magazine in the mail every day where you get to look at stuff you want and not have to waste your time looking at adverts for things that make you believe that you aren't good enough.

I blog stalk. Everyone else is doing it...

I could use my allotted 40 hours a month of free Pandora in a week.

I drink water like a fish. It keeps my kidneys and liver happy though.

I often have dreams every night. Most of the time they're in color, but once in a while, I'll have a dream in black and white.

I am finding that with age, I'm getting slightly more OCD about things. Don't ask.

I love sticky notes. Any color, shape and size, I love them.

Whenever I go to Staples or OfficeMax, I have to stop myself from buying pens, pencils, notebooks or just any sort of office supplies. It's a bad habit.

I love buying storage bins or any sort of organizational object. I have to steer clear of those aisles at the store when I actually have money, because I'll want to buy a new bin for something I don't have.

I am convinced that when I get married, I am not going to survive sharing a bathroom with a boy. I seriously hate random body hair in the shower or the sink.

I hate overly hairy men. A little body hair is okay, but I don't want to spend my days as a married person shaving my husband's back. Yuck...



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