Guilty Pleasures?

Today is one of those guilty pleasures kind of days. The kind where it rains all day and the only thing you can WAIT to do when you get off work is go home, kiss your dog....and your man too, get in your sweats and watch E! until your eyes blur. And then tomorrow when the girls at work ask what you did last night, you evasively reply, "Oh nothing, you?" When really, you just had one of the best nights of your life! You just don't want to admit it. So that had me asking myself, why are our guilty pleasures....guilty? If something makes me happy then I should just enjoy it, right? Wrong. I love hip hop music and very cheesy pop songs, I get great pleasure from listening to Britney Spears' "I'm a slave 4 u" and Fergie's "My humps" but when someone asks who I'm listening to these days, I answer the newest, cutting edge artist that people may not have heard of yet, because that is coooooooool. Then I get in my car and ask myself, "How come everytime you come around my LONDON, LONDON BRIDGE WANNA GO DOWN?"

Recently, I've changed jobs. Actually, I've changed careers. And I find myself feeling kind of embarrassed telling people what I'm doing because it's not as OFFICIAL as my previous job. BUT, it makes me happy. Therefore, why be embarrassed? So, no more!!! I'm following Sheryl Crow's line of thought, "If it makes you HAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYY, it can't be that BAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAD".


Update: 8:19 p.m I got home from work at 5pm. Kissed my dog. Kissed my man. Took a nap until 7 pm. Woke up. Called Pizza Hut. Ordered large pizza. Ate two pieces. Ate a wonderful Reese's Peanut Butter Egg. Didn't feel guilty about a thing. Progress.