Warning: rambly. Makes sense in my head, but then again, my head can be a tad stream-of-consciousness at times. But then again again, this is just for me to process through my issues, so what do I care? 'Cept I do. Having an audience is a blessing and a curse: it helps me to choose my words with care, but also makes me over-explainy. I digress.

I was thinking on something I hear over and over again from all of my friends: "Christina, you're such a bad liar."

'Cause me? I'm a terrible liar. Usually, whatever I'm feeling is written plainly across my face. Really, if you know me, you can probably read me like a book. Like, half the office knew about me an J before I ever said a word. I fail at subterfuge. A lot. And that's something I'm a little proud of. I'm generally honest by default; at times embarrassingly so.

( On truthiness and lies.Collapse )

Anybody want to watch Jurassic Park and eat cookie dough ice cream with me?

Yeah. It's one of those days.