Matthew found my blog. And read it. Fruit cake. I don't really mind, I guess. All my super personal rubbish is written in my diary so I doubt any harm has been done. Except that every word I that type now, I know will be read. Strange feeling. Even though I knew before that people rad this, it didn't have the same impact.

I guess the real reason I'm not so overjoyed about his investigative work is that I don't want him to find out the worst about me. And if you want the worst, this is where you should come! (My diary is locked so it would be futile to search there.)
Also, I feel that if I have something nice to write about him, it may seem that I'm only writing it for him to read.

That's it... this is absolute tripe! I will from my next blog forward thoroughly forget that Matt found this. (I actually hope you are reading this baby.) Everything I write will be purely because I want to write it, for no benefit or detriment of others. I will provide no restraint, and no strings will hereafter be attatched.

I feel better.