I'm a simple girl, I like simple things

Know what's funny? For the last year that I've blogged, I've kept very tight-lipped about the journal. I thought of it as a secret diary, an outlet to really be myself. I've told less than 10 people, and some of those I've told I knew would never remember that I had revealed something personal. Over time I've become less guarded, even adapting "bloggable" as a frequent adjective for some crazy happening. And no one ever asks what it means. Ever.