Monday, May 28, 2007
I know things. Things I am not supposed to tell. I know people who know other people. I’m not sure if they are secrets or just things I’m not supposed to tell. A friend says that a secret is something you tell one person at a time. I’m allowed to do that. It’s just you I’m not allowed to tell. Some are professional. Some are personal. So and so is doing such and such, or not doing it. Some are lovely bits I’m sure you would want to know. This is so annoying.