thediastema's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rumours! You know, you show up at work in a turtleneck a couple times a week, you employ the slightest hint of a spring in your step, you treat the patrons like royalty even when they don't deserve it, and what does it get you? A dirty rumour that you have a secret boyfriend you're hiding from the office staff, that's what. On my way through the lobby during break tonight, HM intercepted me and asked who the guy is, point-blank. I begged his pardon and felt my face form an incriminating grimace. I had no good reason to look guilty, but here I was, powerless to stop it. Evidently the topic surfaced with someone else whose name HM wouldn't mention. My suspicion landed, and has not strayed from, the Cage itself. Speculation surrounding my recent good mood dallied off into the territory of "maybe she's getting some with a SECRET LOVAH!" Purportedly, this is as far as the discussion went. I demanded to know who was the other key player in this conjectural banter. HM would not name his accomplice. So I would not confirm nor deny the allegations. Haha. Let's review the Field Guide. What are some reasons you might lie like a dog about your new boyfriend?
Poor Big Gay Al is probably still the prime suspect. Mwa ha ha. ~~ Hey, heard Drew-Dawg's latest mp3? It's like there's an orgy in your ear, and Adrienne Clarkson's invited. ~ETK I have been practicing singing the national anthem all soulful-like for if I go to the auditions and destroy everyone with my magic. --Canadian Idol Andrew 00:09 - 02 March, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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