the confessional...

blame my lack of will power on lack of sleep... or let chris isaak explain my actions through his lyrics... baby did a bad bad thing.

And what did baby do that was so terrible? (funny... I can actually lay claim to the nickname baby since that is what my siblings used to call me... not in a cute way mind you... there was usually a cry attached to it, as I was attempting to perfect my flair for the dramatics as a wee child) But what of the bad, bad thing that I did...

I went shopping at the iTunes store. Such danger there... but I can rationalize my music purchase(s) far better than I can justify some of my other frivolous clothing purchases of the past.

On a totally unrelated front... the child I am minding is single handidly keeping the disposable diaper companies in business. Never would have seen myself in this situation five years ago. I always supposed that I would be finished university (my first degree anyhow) and worrying about car payments. But everyone will tell you the tale of the damned early overachievers (you know the stereotype... apparently we never studied during high school) and how we are destined never to go anywhere... so according to that logic, I am right on track.

and here's some more classic chris isaak to close off this post... there's no real reason for this addition, but I find arbitrary addition of unrelated lyrics amusing today.