I'm apparently transparent as a piece of one-ply toilet paper when it comes to the guy that I like, whose code name is Smitty Wethermenjensen. Don't ask why. It's a long story. Anyway, I have been ridiculously careful with who I've told about this Smitty. And yet, 3 stinking people have discovered all by their lonesomes who he is.
Did I ever tell you why 9YG stopped talking to me when we were 11? Because someone who wasn't supposed to found out, told him, and things got all awkward and we weren't friends anymore. I really cannot stand having that happen all over again.
What I would also like to know is how these people found out! I haven't said or done anything to allude to him in any way, shape, or form. So why is it that within a 2 week period, 3 people can come up to me and say, "So...Smitty, eh?"
My mom is always telling me she can make a soap opera out of my life. I think mine may be to twisted and dramatic to put on TV.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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2 comments:
One of the curses of being an honest person is that you have trouble hiding your reaction when people hit the nail on the head. One of the curses of being a teenage drama queen is that EVERYTHING! IS! A! HUGE! ISSUE!!! Having raised Liz, I'm well-versed in both. You will survive this, but you will feel a little dinged-up. ((HUGS))
There is much truth to what Theresa said. Hangeth in there. Txt me if/when you need to. :-)
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