First off, Fergie grosses me out. Butter face.
Liza Minnelli scares the crap out of me. Seeing her sing and dance to Single Ladies in SATC2 makes me want to vomit.
Also, if Ricky Martin is gay why does he have girls in their underwear pillow fighting and cramming into hot tubs in his video?
Anyway, having a baby is cool because it turns talking to myself into talking to someone.
I can sing really loud, practice my awesome dance moves, and put on a fashion show just like I always have done when I'm home alone, except now I have this little person that smiles and laughs and totally gets excited about my dorkiness.
I was exploring my closet today and found that I can now fit into my favorite True Religion jeans that didn't even fit me for a while before I got pregnant.
That's mostly why I was jumping, singing, and dancing for Evelyn. She really enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it.
Joyous success.
I am off the candy corn. I have an addiction to candy. I had to put my hands in my pockets when I went through the candy aisle at the grocery store.
With no candy in my house I find myself standing in the pantry staring at the shelves searching for anything that has a sugar coating. There is nothing, so I go and open the fridge and stare.
There is nothing with sugar except unsatisfying yogurt, so I open the freezer in hopes that somehow a carton of chocolate ice cream will appear. It doesn't.
Sad face :(
I am pathetic.
Hi, I'm Marissa and I am addicted to sugar.
Hmm, Things could always be worse.
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