Dear Blog,

Damn you, crockpot. Damn you.

So.... Got a crockpot for my birthday. It's a little bit of wonderful. Everything I've made have been tasty & delicious, but i am worried it's getting out of hand.  Today I considered making breakfast in it. Yup. Crockpot Breakfast. I've gone too far. Breakfast is so easy to make. It never takes a long time. But I've decided I am too lazy to scramble eggs at 7:30, so why don't I just do it tonight and let mr. crockpot do all the work for me....

Did I also mention I got a Kcup Machine for my birthday? It's love.

Am I crazy? I can't tell anymore.

Here is a list of projects I've attempted to start and have yet to finish.

1. Learn Japanese.
2. Read all of grimm's fairy tales.
3. Learn to play piano.
4. Watch Lost.
5. A paint by numbers of puppies and flowers. I didn't make this one up. I promise.
6. Fold my laundry (this epic battle has been on-going for about 10 years)
7. Throw away some of my junk.
8. Write amusing blogs.
9. Sew pretty dresses.

None of these are finished but plenty of money has been spent on the quest.

Which brings me to my next point... Am I a hoarder? The boyfriend is making me go through some old bins of clothing and stuff and throw out shit I don't need. Apparently at some point I thought it was important, but what the hell did I need with a half finished velvet coloring poster, dead batteries, and a pokemon pencil topper, not to mention clothing I'll never ever fit into again ever.

At some point I decided i needed those things enough to put them in a smelly plastic tote so I could go through them and ponder my own sanity. A broken candle in the shape of a dragon and a dirty sock from 7+ years ago? Really? But I guess what I'm trying to say is... god I love cadbury creme eggs.

Dear The Oscars,

Who cares?

Answer: Not me.

Maybe I should stop worrying about these entries being letters?

I thought up a million awesome things to put in a blog entry, but I couldn't think of a way to make them open letters, and now I can't even remember the awesome that was supposed to belong to this blog in the first place.

So yeah, My brain is broken. And I'm pretty sure I want to push my boyfriend into a perpetual fall down an up escalator. Here's why:

him "I don't mean to sound like a control freak but run any new perfumes and stuff by me first"
me "Wow, those words didn't just come out of your face right now"
him "There's no need to be a bitch over this"
My face then did this:

Anywho, my point is you should really watch Ponyo. What a great movie. It totally made me forget about the fact that I have no face. Oh! A letter:

Dear Face,
I miss you and can't wait for you to grow back. Maybe we can watch Ponyo together. I think you would like it.
Love,
H