Dammit, I’ve had this blog for 11 months now. I have told exactly zero people who I know in real life about it. Well, aside from my friend Michelle who actually suggested I start it in the first place, but she never reads it. She’s too busy and I’m too boring and just as well anyway as I don’t want to tarnish my well crafted saintly image that I’ve carved out for myself. 😉 I don’t know what it is about TallDark, but I’ll tell him just about anything. More than I’ll tell anyone else. So we’re texting today and I sent a message that read just like a 10 year old had written it (much like this blog) and then commented that it was hard to believe that I write a blog with such stellar writing abilities. That people read. Without wanting to kill themselves. Oh wait, maybe you do and I just haven’t been notified yet. I was hoping he’d skip right over that little reveal and latch on to the other inane topics in the text but no such luck. He wanted to know all about it. Uhm, no. He wanted to know what it was about. I told him it was about me and not to worry as I’m not that interesting. Now he’s all ‘intrigued’. Awesome. I will be mortified if he, or anyone else of the male persuasion that I know reads this stuff. Yup, I’ll blab to everyone about my insecurities and thoughts and introspective bullshit and slut-tastic leanings on here, but c’mon people, it’s not like I walk around in real life telling people everything I write in here. Under the ruse of being anonymous, I am completely honest on here. About everything. Even things that I don’t like to be honest with myself about.
I’m not sure why I told him. Although it was an ‘accident’, I wonder if it really was. I think I ‘let it slip’ on purpose and I’m not quite sure why I would do this. I do a lot of stupid shit on a day to day basis. This may actually top the list for this week. Eh, who am I kidding, it’s only Tuesday, I’m sure I’ll have outdone myself by the weekend. 😉