I've skipped out for a few weeks, but it's time for another Open Mic Friday.

Tell me something happy. Tell me a secret. Tell me something you wish you could tell the whole world.

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Tell me something.

It's Friday. Time for another open mic. So, lay it on me kids, tell me something true.

Or lie to me.

It's a beautiful day, and I'm in the mood.

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There's a secret I'm sitting on. It's not my secret. I can't tell it. So, I'm sitting on it.

But this brings me to what seems to have (maybe is) become a Friday ritual for me.

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Tell me something.

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I'm feeling the urge for another open mike. Tell me something. A story. A secret. A fantasy (of any sort).

I need a human connection.

So I'm hosting a bit of an open mike. Comments screened, anonymous commenting allowed. (I'm not turning off IP logging, but I promise not to look up who you are unless you perpetrate a hate crime, or something similar.)

Tell me something. Dirty if you've got it in you, it's that kind of day.