I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts....

I really need to just shut up. 


To be more precise, I really need to shut up when I'm not sober. Or perhaps I need to just not drink. 


I can't lie when I'm drunk. That part of my brain just shuts down completely. I can try, but in the end, I can only speak the truth. Sometimes the blunt, unforgiving kind of truth. 


Thankfully none of the blunt offensive kind of truth-telling took place last night. BUT now two people know about my crush on the boy. >:(


Mum knows I can't lie drunk. When we go out to dinner sometimes on weekends, it's the same pattern over and over and over ad nauseum. 


I try to stick to diet soda. 

And thus not reveal any of my secrets to Mum, who wields one's secrets and deepest dreams and desires like nuclear weapons. 

But a glass of wine always seems so nice and pleasant. So I end up caving in.

Every mother-effing time. 

Mum knew something was bothering me, as I mentioned a few days ago, but she didn't know all the details. 

Well she bloody well knows now. 

And a few other tidbits about myself that I prefer to keep private, because they'll only come back to haunt me via ridicule at the hands of my mother and her friends. 

And then on the way home from dinner, I was texting a few friends to see if they wanted to come over today (Sunday) to partake in the fruits of my mad skills with the barbecue. I invited Friend who is cousins with the crush. We were chatting for a bit, and then me--drunk/stupid/insane--casually said why doesn't she invite her cousin?

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I know, right? I'm so subtle. 

No word yet on whether or not he's coming. I'll keep y'all posted. I'm going to go take some vitamins* and run it off. 

<3