I confess: It's been a week of small irritants, and rather than taking deep breathes and blue sky thinking I have been sweating the small stuff and getting grumpy that Mercury Retrograde (or the universe, whatever!) made a really weird, nothing going right type depressing birthday month for me. And it makes me grumpy that I'm grumpy about stupid stuff, because generally I'm pretty content/don't ask for much in life I don't think.
I confess: I'm pretty sure a puppy would make everything better right now. Except I can't have one, and that sucks. But you know, if someone wants to send me a puppy, I'd like one of these, thanks!
I confess: I had a weird dream (ok a romantical dream) about Aziz Ansari. Which...I mean, I know it's just because I'm watching too much Parks& Rec, I'm pretty sure I don't fancy him, not that he's not adorable and hilarious but...it's weird when that happens though (you dream about someone your conscious mind doesn't naturally put "in that box").
So yeah, thanks Mr. Sandman...next time maybe a little bit more Johnny Depp 20 years ago? (no offense to any Aziz fangirls, he's totally cute, just umm...no ;-0).