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Confessions

*Don't worry single friends, I'm still working on the blog I asked for help with....it will take a while....it's not one of those set down and type it out*

I am a fairly open person.  So I thought It was time for me to do some confessions.  Here we go (like everything here, some are silly, some are serious, most are known, some are serious).

Favorite Body Part:  My legs.  I don't really know how they got to look so good, I guess it was tennis when I was younger, but I love them and I always have.
Least Favorite:  My boobs.  They are huge and they are always in the way and I hate them.  
Easter 2012
Favorite Feature:  My hair.  It is awesome.
Least Favorite:  My eyes.  I love the color, but hate the shape.

When I go to Wal-Mart I always buy:  I always walk out with nail polish or People Style Watch.  They are my guilty pleasure.

The Most Played Song On My Itunes:  What I'd Say by Gary Allan

Current Obsession:  Mint Green, Chevron, iPhone cases, Etsy, The Walking Dead and The Golden Girls.

Last purchase (in store):  Nude pumps for my Easter Dress.
Last purchase (online):  My Johnny Cash necklace.

Now I'm tired of this......



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