my friend, shannon, always gets that gleam in her eye. the gleam of her mentally rubbing her hands together and saying, 'oh boy, this is gonna be good'. all i have to say is, 'okay, i have a confession to make...' it feels good to confess things. maybe i would make a good catholic. nah. i've just recently been getting better with the confessions. God knows all things, but it helps bind friends together when you can humanize yourself and be vulnerable with them by being brutally honest about yourself.
just so everyone knows: i have listed some pre-sweet lime (my supplies should be here in the next five days) things in my etsy shop. please shop!