guest blog: rachel

today you get to hear from one of two jersey girls i’ve got lined up for this deal.  when i asked a few of my fave girls to guest blog, the lovely rach from confessions of a jersey girl was the first one to respond (nearly immediately. even though i had to hound her for a few days for her post. ahem. just kidding! love you darling!).  she says she’s honored to be asked, and I am certainly honored to have her here.

rach is an amazing photographer, a philanthropist (20sb-ers have you seen her post? here’s the info — everyone else go straight here), and one of the first 20-something blogs I read.  she’s also doing a super fun blog-ject (like project? get it?) called A Love Story (Project).  Speaking of love,  i heart this girl more than my beautiful pink luggage and i’ve never even seen her silly face in person (MUST. CHANGE. THAT.) — hope you dig her just as much.

I’m Rachel from Confessions of a Jersey Girl. Some of you may read my blog, some of you may not. When RaeLeigh asked me to do a guest post, of COURSE I said yes (she’s my favorite, how could I say no?!) and then I got stuck in the middle of buying a house (the nerve of me, huh?) and then my brain turned to mush, because in addition to being the home buyer, I’m also my own Realtor. It’s been good times. Anyway… I digress.

Since my blog is, afterall, CONFESSIONS of a Jersey Girl… I thought I would let you in on a few confessions of my own (and then pray to God that my mother never finds this post…)

I hate my knees… And my elbows

It grosses me out that I have slightly visible hair on my upper lip.
I nair-ed that shit tonight. (Speaking of nair, don’t you hate that tingly, sensitive feeling after? It’s driving me INSANE)

I have a particular order in which I do things in the shower.

I believe there is nothing more empowering then getting a brazillian wax from a scandanavian woman named Hilde.
(It hurts like hell, but do it. You can thank me later.)

I think that my greatest achievement in life is going to be being a mom.

I wear flip flops all year.

I have two vibrators. A pink one and a blue one. The blue one is waterproof.

I have New Kids on the Block & Hanson on my iPod.

I think people really do have ONE soul mate, but sometimes the signals
get crossed a little along the way.

I think everyone needs something to believe in.

I failed college algebra 3 times and then gave up. Passing that class is the only thing holding me back from getting my BA in Psych.

I want to sing on Broadway.

I really wish I had more girlfriends, but the ones I do have (near and far) have changed my life.

My boobs have good days and bad days. I’m not even making that up. The only reason I’m writing this is because today? It was a good day. I did my make-up topless this morning just so I could check them out.

I get my best ideas for a post right before I fall asleep. Thank goodness for iPhone notes!

I’m scared to death to buy my house tomorrow (by the time you read this, i’ll already be moved in… whatever) and move in with Matt. We’ve only technically been “together” for two months, but I’ve never been more certain of something in my life.

what are some of your confessions?