I keep feeling a compulsion to reveal EVERYTHING on my blog. If you only knew. For instance, let me tell you about a jar full of amber-colored ear wax (whispering aside: o- my preciousssss jar). Or why stop with me?? Let me tell you about OTHER people. like how one of my crazy bosses thinks all crimes are committed by coffee drinkers (suedonym can you guess who that is? and dare i not delete?) Or do you want to hear about my sister's habit of chewing gum found on sidewalks and garbage cans or my mom's midnight drives during which she hunts down and zooms through red lights?*

The condition called "Blogger's Regret" is not pretty. Especially not for the O'lover who has to live with the adverse effects of Blogger's Regret along with me. oh the nagging...

"Hey Ollllie?"
Yeah.
"Is it okay that I just told the whole world that I am a better driver than they are?"
Raquel, you are so cheeky.

along with the second guessing there's the cold sweats, the acid reflux, the flashbacks. and will any future employer who found this blog find me employable? what if they know about my hitchhiking? and all those times I got arrested? (shhhh...) and is it okay that i don't want to put things into context even though it might help you love me...or let me house sit?

what gives me comfort is that at least with O'lover it's a done deal.
signed, sealed, and delivered.
through thick and thin.
for richer or poorer.
whether over divulging or being circumspect...

phew.

but for the rest of you dear readers (whomever you might be) whom i want to woo... i propose stress free blogging. i like the sound of that already. no more Blogger's Regret.

And people. I am OWNING it. (no more putting up and taking down posts or bugging Oliver.)

And I am announcing my new play date...with a stranger named Discretion.

From here on out it's about art and growing food. and if i let certain facts slip now and then- like how i used to smoke q-tips...PLEASE-O-PLEASE forgive. relapses are bound to happen.

How about the rest of you? Ever wondered if you've told cyberspace too much? For the record I've never thought that YOU have.

signed,

itchin to delete the whole thang