So Slick

This isn't something you hear of everyday. I actually had an incident today that involved a friend of mine who admitted to spying. It involved a certain text message on my phone that had a picture attatched. Well, this friend decided it was a good time to share with the group of friends that were present on my innocent lunch break...and revealed his/her findings. I do appreciate honesty, but there are no rumors here to spread. It felt like someone had been reading my diary.

I have never had anyone do that before, read my diary that is. Because I am slick. When I was, let's say 9, I had a diary. It had a lock. Which the code was MADD. This is how I was so slick. I figured that if I started off every entry, Dear Al, instead of Dear Diary, that whoever picked up the book would think, "Oh, this can't be a diary. This is to Al." Yep. Slick I was. And it worked. My diary is full of entries to a certain non-existent person named "Al". And no one had figured it out. ever.

So, maybe I should put a lock on my phone...nah.