Guilty Pleasures

Trashy magazines. I can't help myself. I love to look at all the pictures, catch up on my celebrity gossip, and relish in the fact that my life is blissfully normal comparatively. To keep a handle on this guilty pleasure, I rarely buy them...but every so often I cave in while standing in line. So trashy. Love it.

Netflix. Where to begin. Law & Order: SVU. Bones. Say Yes to the Dress. Never Say Never. 8 Mile. The list of reasons why I love it goes on and on and on. So many shows, so little time. Curling up on the couch--maybe with a bowl of popcorn--and indulging late into the night sounds perfectly lovely to me.

Popcorn. But not the microwavable kind. That stuff is sick nasty. I love the stove top variation and not to toot my own horn but it is the best around. I've recently dabbled in stove top kettle corn. Despite a few burning incidents, it is delish and easy to make.

Sleeping in. Working nights has perks--perks in the form of staying in bed until noon just because we can. Sleeping in is even better when you have a bed buddy.

Snail mail. There is something so invigorating about checking the mail and finding a letter in an envelope with a real life stamp on it. Or better yet, a package! I even like sending mail...although I'm not as diligent as I would hope. Emails are so easy. I appreciate the effort someone takes to send me something.

Shoes. No, I don't own hundreds. I don't know if I even own 20 pairs but I love shoe shopping. I could spend an entire afternoon in a shoe store trying on pair after pair. Sometimes I plan my entire outfit around my shoes. High heels are a favorite of mine.