Uncomfortable

Okay so I spent all day yesterday blogging my story and got up to about eight years old. We all have a story and I always say "mine's not a secret, I just don't broadcast it". Why is that? Because it makes people uncomfortable. Hell, it makes me uncomfortable. I would rather people know me for who I am today, but where I came from made me who I am today. Anyway, I think I over immersed myself yesterday so I'll just blog about mundane things until I'm ready to continue. Nothing special going on. Froze my ass off doing some home visits, returned phone calls, checked emails... yada yada. Had lunch with my bestie. It was a good day :P