I got kind of nervous about this twelve-step divulging of the information, not that I have any actual intentions of telling real secrets (trust me, my life isn't that interesting anyway), but twelve is a lot more than you think.
There are some things that I'll volunteer to anyone, a lot of things that I'll tell almost anyone who asks, some things that I'll discuss only with my friends, and a few things that I just don't want to talk about with much of anyone. In general, I play my cards close to the proverbial vest, but I've actually become more open lately because I realized I could either tell people or they would speculate about me anyway, and though the speculations are pretty funny by the time they get back around to my ears, I've found there's not a whole lot to lose by being somewhat more open (at least so far). That doesn't mean I'm going to spill all my guts on the dubya dubya dubya. I may be a little crazy (in a good way), but I'm not stupid.
The first step is supposed to be painless, so here goes:
I like my eggs over-medium.
Riveting, huh folks? You buy the whole seat, but you only need the edge.
Posted by christin at May 8, 2006 01:01 PM | TrackBack*gasp*
Over-medium?!! I'm shocked, scandalized, disgusted, and in general... umm... disappointed.
over-easy was the right answer
*nods sagely*
Posted by: Daniel Alders at May 8, 2006 03:17 PMChristin, that kind of frank, revealing blogging actually makes me kind of uncomfortable.
There's a time and place, honey. And the internet is just NOT the place for exposing those kinds of secrets.
Posted by: Wondergirl at May 8, 2006 07:49 PM