my god. my life must be a mess.

exhibit (a) this is what my dresser looks like:

there is too much going on in that photo for me to point it all out but my god! a cellphone i don't use. bottles of sparkling water, receipts from dresses i feel guilty about but love and photos and cards and what not. and honestly, how much moisturiser does a person who keeps forgetting to use moisturiser need?

other pieces of evidence include:
how i keep thinking nostalgically about ally mcbeal and have convinced myself it is my favourite show of all time. today on the bus i was thinking about how ally was soooo cool and that like her i need a theme song. why don't i just pick m people's movin' on up and officially call myself a late thirty something? next i'll be reading bridget jones's diary.

how i cried tonight during extreme make over home edition. that ty pennington. i hope he marries me. he's so thoughtful and genuine. (see, i'm a mess)

actually, that might be it. but you have to agree, it is compelling.