Hi, My Name is Jodie Holland, and I'm an ENFJ

Want to get personal? Let's do it. First of all, Jodie Holland is not my real name but it sounds like a good name, huh? I bet she's a pretty cool lady. Anyway, one of my good lady pals sent me the Myers-Briggs test to take yesterday. Turns out, I'm an ENFJ personality - Extrovert, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging. Myers-Briggs is designed to help individuals identify how they are perceived, and possibly help to understand their decision making process, personally and professionally. I was skeptical as I've taken many of these personality tests before, most are way off. I will say, I read this profile of an ENFJ, and it is spot-on. If you are looking to stalk Holland then you should read this to understand how she operates. If you don't give a shit, I don't blame you, but you should take the test yourself and get weird, possibly depressed, at seeing yourself in a mirror. I'm happy to be a ENFJ, and I've accepted it. The feeling I am having now is to eat some tacos, and my intuition is telling me to get The Democrat at Torchy's. I might get two of them, no judgement, please. Man, this test is crazy. Try it!

SPOILER ALERT:
Ok, so I cheated on the test. I asked my office to answer some of the questions and ENFJ was the result of about, 5 people's personalities. It was also right before lunch at Torchy's, so back off!


On a completely unrelated note, do you remember Showbiz Pizza?

I might have just dated myself.

It's rare that Mexicans love pizza more than Gorditas and manteca (lard), but I remember La Raza in San Antonio loving the shit out of Showbiz; my family was one of them. This was before the morbid obesity problem caused by that annoying rat, Chuck E Cheese, and really, Mexicans just being Mexicans. It's cool, things are looking up. I hear San Antonio is looking to put a ban on flour tortillas and automobiles. That'll help.

My birthday is coming up, friends. Can we make this happen? I need the Rockafire Explosion to sing me a sensual rendition of Happy Birthday while I stuff my pie hole with cheep pizza. It'll be my 25 birthday, after all. Let's do this. I will also need to reenact this special photo moment.

Creepy as fuck.

I need my pal, Lauren, to help decipher this post. If I'm not an ENFJ, then what am I? I would say by the looks of this scattered post, I am a EL SOS:

Extrovert

Loud with

Salsa On my Shirt

This is true.