I temporarily unlocked my diary to accommodate this tag thing I had to do in my previous entry.
Now that I am encouraging traffic to my diary (the 6 people I've tagged), I think this is the suitable time to make a litte confession...
Mic.. The Italian fuck friend I had when I was trying to forget about Flez... well... he's married. He always was.
I was the "outside woman" as we say in Trinidad, knowingly having sex with a married man. The only reason I never mentioned that he was betrothed was because at that point Flez was reading my diary, and I did not want him to know the extent of what I was doing.
I have not heard from Flez for the past 6 months, so I think it's pretty safe to assume he's not reading my diary any more. And even if he was, I do not believe that the revelation of this tiny bit of information would really matter to either of us.
So there we go. I FUCKED A MARRIED MAN. Hi Kevin!
And as a complete aside - for the football fans. Trinidad & Tobago actually drew with Sweden in our first World Cup Match ever. Can you fucking believe that? We're ranked somewhere like 47th in the world, while Sweden is the 16th best internationally. That was fucking amazing. Those Swedish fans looked devastated when that final whistle blew, while T&T fans were celebrating as if we won the cup. St. James in Trinidad is in a mess right now because everybody is partying...
Feel free to leave notes about my being a homewrecker, or the T&T football players being 11 lucky bastards.