Even if you won’t be going to BlogHer this year, you need to know these things about me. They’re things I know about myself that you may be ashamed to find out and think I DON’T know them, but you’re afraid to tell me.
But really, I know these things about me, and you should know I know.
0. I look like that —-> Snark-faced most of the time, even if it’s only in my head.
1. I laugh loudly – I’m trying really hard to tone down my laughs, but when an 8 year old boy (I’m looking at you, @lski) makes comments that I laugh loudly, I realized it was a problem. I don’t think I talk too loud, but when I find something funny, even 1/2-way funny, I belt out the cackles. I’ll do my very best to keep it down around NYC so as to not draw more attention to myself.
2. I snore – Sorry to my roomies @poobou and @3princessmama, but when you have tonsils the size of golf balls like mine, you tend to snore like a drunk trucker. I’ll wear Breathe Right strips. Speaking of those Breathe Right strips, they need to incorporate the blackhead pore cleaners into those things.
3. My boobs are not as big as they appear – I stuff my bra with air pockets. They make for some good cleavage, but without those puppies, my saggy puppies are just sad.
4. I feel alone in a group – I may be a social butterfly, but when there are 10+ people standing or sitting around in a conversation, I feel lost. It’s probably my anxiety creeping up making me think everyone hates me, so I’m trying to do better. So, if you see me start to fidget and my eyes glaze over, reach over and punch me in the stomach. There’s enough padding there so you won’t hurt your hand. Also, I get mini anxiety attacks when I’m not being heard.
5. I want to hug you – Yes, I’m a hugger. Yes, I may want to kiss you, too. I’ve been told I’m good at both. I want you to come talk to me. No, I’m not saying I’m going to NOT come up to you, but if you see me, and I don’t see you, you MUST come up and talk to me. Please. Unless I’m taking a poo. Then please pretend you don’t know who I am and wait until I’m out of the potty.
Now that you know these things about me, whether we meet in NYC or some other time, please commit all of these things to memory. There may be a quiz.
If you already know me, what else do people need to know about me that I haven’t fully explained.
Go on, share with the people.






















