I’ve talked about self-censorship and keeping my mouth shut before. But it remains a tricky proposition. Some friends are ok with it, some friends are so-so about it, and some don’t even know this blog exists which is good and bad in itself.

I’ve written about a friend recently who got freaked out by seeing their name online in a public forum. They requested that I either delete the post, or take their name out of it. I chose the latter because hey, I like the stuff that I write. I’m kinda narcissistic that way.

But I do respect people’s request to not be mentioned on this blog, at least not directly anyway. You only have to tell me once and as far as this blog is concerned, you will not exist anymore. Or as Thama likes to do from time to time, he preempts juicy stories by saying “off the record”. Damn you Thama!

Though what’s really privacy anyway? The tax office knows how much we earn and where we live. The banks and credit card companies know how much money we have and, how and where we spend it. The medical insurance people know how healthy we are and what’s been ailing us.

That leaves us with sex, love, embarrassing things and other grey areas of our lives. In the spirit of showing you all that I should walk the walk if I talk the talk, I’ve already written about most of those things. But there’s one skeleton left in my closet: I loved bubble-gum pop in the 90s.

Because why?

Because of You. I Do, Cherish You. I Want You Back. Tearing Up My Heart And I Want It That Way! Bye Bye Bye!

I shall end this post by saying,

I really dig Britney’s new CD.