At the risk of being totally exposed...

My friend Dani messaged me tonight. Which led me to look back on the last conversation we had via facebook chat. And I sent her this message back at the beginning of July which I find kinda funny. Now, this one was a bit personal, so I'm gonna have to edit some parts out. I just really like how I start out telling her I want to empty my soul to her in the form of deep conversation and end up using a popcorn metaphor. I was just starting my job as a Tinsletown concessionist at the time and was working a lot with popcorn and candies and such. Here it is:

Dearest Dani,
Are you back in Beautiful Mountain? I have no idea...thus the question. I'm really really tired (i worked for 9 hours today) but I crave deepness! I wanna like, talk to you. Except I'm afraid you don't care about anything I have to say. Cause it's really stupid, and not like anything you haven't heard before. Whatever. It doesn't exist. I'm making it all up. I'm just kidding. hahahahha! I got you didn't I!? I'm insane!!! Or maybe I'm just really tired. Because that is true. I am really tired. I haven't gotten that cd yet. But I want it! I have your shirt. The blue one. The extra one. I'm so tired. Are you bored? meh meh meh. (annoying orange tongue thing). Maybe I should go to bed now. But I feel like I need to empty my soul. You know what I mean? Like... like when your popcorn is finished popping, and it's just turning around in the big scalding pot, just burning, because no one has come around to pull the lever down yet. And eventually, that popcorn just burns and is no good..... That's actually EXACTLY how I feel. lol. Way to go Tinseltown! Speaking of scalding hot popcorn I burnt the living hell out of myself today. And I have proof! 4 red burn marks (2 on chest, 1 on hand, 1 on leg) AND a bubbly blister (on tummy). Yeah, never underestimate the power of popping popcorn. One kernel got in my shirt. Which was tucked in. It was painful. Ok I'm going to bed now. Good night darling.