As a bud once pointed out, I only feel comfortable spilling my guts to complete strangers. When someone, IRL, says they read my blog, I'm torn between feeling really a) extremely flattered b) utterly mortified.
a) Because, WOW, you take the time out of your busy life to read about my nonsense here? That's kind & radical.
b) Because, OMG, you know my inner most thoughts. You know what a nut bag I really am. You will pass judgement on me.
Wanna see me turn really lobster red? Reference things that I have written about, never fails. Any of you ever feel like that? As tough as I may try to pass myself off to be sometimes, I'm still just that shy little girl inside. Shhh, don't blow my cover, okay?
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