In blog form. In real life, I'm a habitual over-sharer. I find it entertaining to see just how much I can talk at someone before they'll finally just be honest and tell me they're not listening anymore.
This, by the way, is not limited to the over sharing. When I know that something I do irritates someone, but they won't tell me, due to politeness or not wanting to hurt my feelings (people tend to mistake my adorableness for fragility it. Makes being moderately evil very easy and amusing), I tend to keep doing it until they snap. Like poking a sleeping cat with a stick. I thing this all comes from the same place that my NEED to push the big red butten labeled "Don't Push" does.