the real world, minus the skunks, drunks, and mtv

some people tell me i'm too honest. or that i don't sugarcoat things enough with the appropriate amount of adjectives. or that other times, i'm too quiet, and i don't speak up enough. or that other times i speak up too much. and i want to change this, somewhat, but others have to treat me the same way. no more "that color looks grrrreat on you!" when i blend in with the walls or "no, you smell like roses, and you don't need deoderant." or if i overstep my boundaries and hurt feelings, not to tell me. really, it's time we're all honest and upfront about things. otherwise, we'll continue to stew in our own mixed bag of issues, letting it all sit way past it's due date. this includes eurotrash smoking man at frjtz, coffeehouse barista who makes my soy hot cocoa too soy-ey and not enough cocoa-y, and the humongo woman who takes up her bus seat and half of mine. ok, maybe not her- i'd rather live than be squashed for all eternity. and you know how i love squash.