a lot of people send me e-mails lauding my painful honesty here on this silly blog. whenever i get these e-mails i am always a bit taken aback. painful honesty? are you kidding me? there’s lots of stuff i don’t tell you darling one’s. sometimes i think it’s stuff you don’t wanna hear (i.e. waah! i am so lonely and unloved). sometimes it’s stuff i KNOW you wanna hear, but really i just want to keep it warm and safe with me, a present to myself.

and there are still other things that i would love to write about to tell you in great detail, but i don’t do it because i don’t want to deal with the endless questions from people. would you laugh if i told you i was an intensely private person? sister #3 often yells at me because i don’t talk enough about myself and my feelings.

ha!

so yes, tomorrow i have a date. there is a lot more to it than that. but i don’t want to jinx anything by going into detail, plus there is that whole not wanting to answer questions things. i’ll just let you know that i am terrified and excited and am pretty sure this whole thing will turn into a giant headache. . . but it will be a lot of fun in the process.

you know, life would be a lot easier if you could just tell stuff and not have to do bunches of explaining. yes, i do realize i am a gianormous hypocrite because really my very favorite thing on earth is to ask questions.

i think this is why the whole blog/pita/on-line journal phenomenon fascinates me so. i get all sorts of information about people, people i don’t even know (who are usually the kinds i want to ask the most questions of) and i don’t have to ask a single thing. usually what they write leaves me with 39,028 questions i want to ask, but don’t.

anyone who knows me will tell you that i ask questions incessantly, much like a 4-year-old child. i can’t help it, i am unendingly curious.

see how this just bounced around all over the place? that’s what the inside of my head has been like all week.