My little blog world may just be crumbling. In my excitement of actually being nominated for a blog award, I rang up Small Bum and told him.
I also told him in which category I am being nominated.
Put down phone.
Then have aboplexy.
He wouldn't, would he?
I phone him back, just as he is sitting on the SA Blog Awards page, sifting through the sites one by one. It wouldn't take a genius to decipher which one is mine, mainly because my blog isn't on how to build treehouses, or rantings on a corrupt ICT company. My blog is centered on my sex life, and my daily dramas, like the drama before me today.
So I laid it on thick. "Go to my blog, and pay the price." Words like "disrespecting my privacy","Pandora's box," "anonyminity from my real world" and "Please, just please don't visit my blog" were thrown around.
But I know if I was him, I would totally visit this blog. How could you not, when you know you feature? The curiosity would kill me.
So fuck. It is assumed that he may pop in at any time. He promised he wouldn't, but seriously, come on.
See I'm a nosy muthafucker. I have read text messages on other people's phones, I have hacked into somebody's inbox before. And before he gave me the low down last night on reading other people's messages, it was too late. Because ten days ago, I happened across an sms he sent to somebody, while I was bored. It wasn't nice. I regret seeing it, and after the lecture he gave me last night, I will never touch his phone again. Something along the lines of: "Actually I met somebody in January. Pity. Murphy's blimmen law."
But whatever. I've learnt my lesson. If he does read my blog, it would be an eye for an eye. Not that I have much to hide, but there is stuff in here that I don't want him to particularly know.
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