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Day 4, Sunday. An embarrassing moment.
People who don’t know me very well tend to think I never get embarrassed by anything. Or mad about anything. Or happy about anything. Or nervous about anything. Because I suffer from resting bitch face.
…Actually, that’s not true. I don’t suffer from RBF. I enjoy every freaking minute of it.
Which is all basically my way of saying I’m too embarrassed by all of my embarrassing moments to recount them. Because I may not ever look embarrassed or mad or happy or nervous about anything, but I am sure as heck shy about all of it.