Cause that’s what Sundays are for…

6 Jan

Sitting in the gutter and having a giggle with Red Minx, one of my secretkeepers (I’m lucky enough to have two).

For the uninitiated and burdened, a secret keeper is a friend who knows everything. Every dalliance, every triumph, shame, secret and dream. Not only do they know of your fetish for Perez Hilton/Tom Sizemore love sandwich, they know how you like that sandwich buttered. They are better than any boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife. Possibly because you don’t have to live with them or discuss money.

And no, I won’t tell you what we discussed.

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