I’ve been lazy lately. And depressed. Which makes it hard to feel like writing anything. So I decided to start something that may be a reoccurring topic-confessions.

These aren’t mind blowing confessions. Not like “I killed someone” type of a thing. More like “I’m reliving my grossness.” Yeah. Everybody wants to know about someone else’s grossness.

So yesterday I was being very lazy. And I ran out of toilet paper. Should I have gone to the store? Yes. Did I? Of course not. Instead I ripped up paper towels into four pieces and used those instead.

All because I was too lazy to walk less than a minute down the street to the nearest quicki-mart.