You know, I think I'm pretty open about myself on this blog. Maybe MORE open than I need to be, since I'm sure you've all read some things here and thought "well, I coulda lived my whole life without ever needing to know about THAT shit..." You know about my crappy relationship, my crappy family, my semi-crappy job and I make no qualms about how I feel about myself on here.
But...maybe there's stuff you don't know, and maybe you WANNA know...ya know?
Now is your chance! I've seen lots of people doing this on their blogs recently, plus I think it's a good way to kill a blog post since some days I feel way uninspired (like today?...)
So go ahead, ask me anything you want. Feel free to ask anonymously if you're too much of a puss to say what's really on your mind. Not that I'm judging you...
Leave me a comment and I'll start working on it lickedy-split! It doesn't have to be ALL SERIOUS...you know I like to keep shit light. But I won't mind answering the deep shit if that's what you cats want. I aim to please.
Alright, do it. Bye bye.
Oh yeah, and if no one does it, I'll assume you guys hate me and jump off a bridge. But, no pressure.
P.S. The Morm in the cubicle next to me is drinking a Rock Star Lemonade Energy Drink today and he won't shut up about how great it is. Every time he takes a drink, he lets out this sensual sigh like the can's over there giving him a BEEJ under his desk and maybe he thinks we don't hear it, but I am fucking dying. Dying...for real. I hate holding in a laugh because my face gets all red and my eyes get all watery and I get like a weird chill in my boob-type area (dunno what that's aboooot.) Anyway, it just dawned on me that as I sit here laughing at him getting his energy drink oral sex, I wonder if anyone's laughing at me looking like a newborn trying to fight out a turd. This is my day, so far.