Proof That I Can't Wink

Here's the thing: When you are trying not to deal, it's hard to sit down and write a blog post. At least for me it is because I try to approach this blog as an honest reflection of who I am and how I am feeling. Granted, it comes out in snippets but for me, it's always been a challenge to hide my true feelings. Some find it easier than others. Or, I should say, some think they have others fooled when really, if anyone was truly paying attention, they would get that there was so much more going on in the depths of that person.

Could I use any more commas in that sentence?

Interesting Johari Window tidbit: so far (and this is in no way meant to influence anyone in their answers who, if you haven't taken a time to contribute, should do so now, please) only two of my ex's have marked me as "self-conscious" and for awhile there, the only three people to mark me as "complex" were all ex's as well. Hmmm. . . Not that I am disagreeing with them at all. I actually totally agree. My darling Dumpling claims that my whole fruit/no fruit for dessert rules are alone grounds for proclaiming me complex. (Damn fruit rules!) This Johari Window thing is pretty enlightening. People like me! They really, really like me!

I am not awake yet. But you probably can't tell. Can you?

I do this thing where, upon waking up, I am automatically on full speed. I don't need warm up time to start talking. I just wake up and blah blah blah. It drives those who are slow starters in the morning kind of crazy. Tomato will not speak to me when he first wakes up. It's like his mouth is sealed shut. Luckily, we've worked the kinks out over 16 years of friendship.

And by kinks, I don't mean anything kinky.

On the phone last night with my best girl Hillz the topic of our upcoming high school reunion came up. She said something like, "Well after 19 years of friendship, I should know. . ." and my reaction was, "19 Years!? It hasn't been THAT long." Uh. Sizzle? It's your 15th anniversary of high school graduation. You and Hillz met when you were 14. Do the math. And yes, you are that old. Face it sister, you better love who you are now because you are not getting any younger. I am so glad I put my slutty period behind me. I am too old to keep up with that shit now. I mean, I regularly fall asleep at 10pm. Hence my motor-mouth morning abilities.

Oh, that last part came out wrong...