I just realised that I am a total retard.
COMPLETE
UTTER
RETARD
After taking a gander at sensualtic's photo album, I decided to update my own.
It was while updating photos (I added some new photos), and browsing through the "Faces Hidden" photos specifically, the full extent of my retardation hit me like a wheelchair full of bricks in the face.
My diary hinges on anonymity. The quote by BC Pires advising all to never state their names - that quote has been there since the inception of my diary. Yet... yet... The photo album that taunts all (all 2 of you) with my hidden face proudly declared my name.
How many months was that picture there before I realised my error? Sodomise with a fire-ants covered stick, I don't know.
Did any one notice? ANYONE?!!
WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKERS TELL ME!
*dissolves into tears*
Maybe no one noticed.
Sometimes I'm glad that no one reads this fucking diary. Besides, happiness is a pleasant change, at times, from indifference.
Now please, please. I don't want any of you guys jerking at your memory, and then leaving me a note...
"Oh wait. Was it ---?"
No, no. That won't do.
Just forget. Act like it never happened. For all of you Catholics, this would be where your experience with middle aged priests come in. Draw from that experience.
Fuck.
FUCK.
Maybe next time I update those pics, I'll put up one with my name as Jill Smith, followed by my phone number, address, place of work, and mother's maiden name.
"My brother just had his 3rd baby girl. He told me was hoping for a boy. He said he wanted someone to carry on his name... I told him, 'What's wrong with you? Our name is Smith! Our name is being carried on in cheap motels all across America.'" - Ms. Smith (comedian).
All right, that's it. Now go and stare at pictures of my view, and my arse.
There's more shit to be written about Flez and my money, but that was pre-empted by my retardation.