Nothing is private. NOTHING.

If you’re cheating on your spouse, don’t go sending your secret boo text messages that you don’t want to see scrolling on the CNN ticker. In fact, how about not even picking up your Blackberry? I’m not even sure if it’s safe to send smoke signals. And who knows, in a minute, “they” are going to be able to read our minds anyway, so you’re screwed no matter how you go about asking, “Do you miss me, sexually?”

Oh, and if you’ve ever puffed & passed or taken a quick hit of the powder, expect to have to fess up before you get busted. It’s just easier that way, right?

Let me just say that I am SO sick of hearing about folks’ personal exploits. It’s beginning to smell like too much information and personally, I believe that everyone, including politicians (from the most honest, to the downright sleezy) should have the right to keep their private lives private. Who knows, maybe that logic gets tossed when you’re shagging someone in your office. I guess I just don’t have an obsessive need to know what everybody else is doing in the dark.

Isn’t life about making mistakes, learning from them, moving on and (hopefully) laughing about the crazy times later? Isn’t it?

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