A buyer or a seller ... not

A buyer or a seller of bullshit I'm not.

And I don't want to be, really. I like being straight-forward. I like being transparent. And really, let's face it, I don't have much of an option anyway because with my ever-so-fair, freckled skin I'm lying "handicapped. I blush like no body's business. So it's just as well that I tell is like it is.

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To the point. Frank. (Not to be confused with "To the point, Frank."). No bull for you, and no bull for me, and no explanations necessary.

Doesn't that sound simple? I think so. And I like it. Knowing where you stand is good, right? It eliminates a lot of maneuvering and politicking. I say what I mean and you say what you mean and we'll both know exactly where we stand. Until you change your mind. Me? Not so much. I pretty much know my mind, and I don't hesitate (much) to speak it.

Even when I don't know I'm saying what I mean I say it, apparently. (Not sure if I should be comma splicing there or not, so I hope you're reading the way I'm hearing it in my head.) Earlier today Lisa started laughing and asked me if I knew I was shaking my head in disgust as I sat at my desk. I had NO idea. No idea at all. But apparently,from the outside looking in, it was very apparent.

I was broadcasting that I'm not a buyer or a seller.