1. I don’t tolerate dishonesty. At all. Tell me your truth, no matter how hard or hurtful it may be, and I can still respect you. Tell me your lies, and well, I have no interest in you. Whatsoever.
2. If you think this blogpost is about you, it probably is. If you’re worrying that you might be waivering on the thin line, ask. I’ll answer. Honestly. It’s how I roll.
3. SOTD – Always the Last to Know – Del Amitri.
4. Read the lyrics. No, really:
So you’re in love with someone else
Someone who burns within your soul
And it looks like I am the last to know
I hear you’ve never felt so alive
So much desire beyond control
And as usual I am the last to know
The last to know how you’re feeling
The last to know where you are
The last to know if you’re happy now
Or if he’s treating you like I treated you
Or if he’s cruel I’ll be the last to know
We spent summers up beyond the bay
And you said these are such perfect days
That if the bomb drops baby, I want to be the last to know
But now you’re living up behind the hill
And though we share the same city and feel the same sun
When your winter comes
I’ll be the last to know
Always the last to know how you’re feeling
The last to know where you are
The last to know if you’re happy now…
5. Listen. For the first (and last) time, without actually just listening to your own self-centred noise, for a change.
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6. Then go away, if you know this post is about you.
7. this is my 1000th blogpost. Go me. this will be the last one ever about you.