It's another Tuesday

Secrets oh man, the secrets. Hope someone cracks soon so I can let these babies fly!

20 year high school reunion is right around the corner. Next weekend. How did that happen? Wasn't it just 3 years away? Wasn't I younger then? Crap. What am I gonna do with these people? I'm gonna drink that's what I'm gonna do. I predict I'll be there in my cute black party dress and leopard shoes (yeah, that's how I roll), vodka in one hand, smoke in the other just staring... I expect to hear "Omg you haven't changed at all!" uh yea I have. Or I expect to hear this " *crickets*".
Why do we go to these things? What's the point? Didn't I leave this high school due to the year of torment I went through? Why am I going? What do I have to prove? *Sigh*
I'm going because I'm a positive person. I'm outgoing. I'm ready to party. I have great friends that I am dying to see again! Depsite the humiliation of high school...I turned ok. yeah, about 20lbs heavier, but I'm tall...and my dress covers up the extra goodies!
I really am looking forward to it. The best part? Yeah, the best part is the hotel it's at is literally one block away from my house so I can always walk home! Rock it!

Torture

it's torturous when people tell you secrets that you absolutely MUST keep a secret. I'm sitting on some doozies that I'm sworn to not tell. Can't write about them. Not even allowed to really think hard about them for fear the molecules will emit out of my brain and transfer to another human in close proximity of me and absorb the info into their skin thus causing a chain reaction of hot gossip!
Damnit.
Oh they are good. Sad. Relieving. Good.
Must not tell. No leaks.
I'm going to be like a good solid super size Kotex and just keep the info in for as long as I'm required.

trust.