Dead to me, they are.
Will I ruin their lives online?
No, that seems extreme.
But then again, I’ve never smoked crack so my bar for enacting digital vengeance is far higher.
Let me also add that I am not good at “playing” Survivor.
I remember thinking how pathetic that was at the time: who watches season 47 of a show?
Fucking add some goddamn variety to your life.
There is so much other shit to watch now.
Turns out, it was all to my detriment.
But again, there’s more to that story.
I was pretty pissed off about this, as it felt like a violation of some professional privacy.
I tried to deflect, but he was resolute.
“I can’t tell you how I know, but I know,” he said.
Now, Big Catclaimsthis was a complete guess.
That he was simplythrowing it out therein order to bluff his way into learning information.
A shot in the dark!
The morning after someone went through my bag?
I’m not even saying that Big Cat was the one who went through my bag.
But I do believe that whoever did immediately told him.
Hence the confessionals where I say I can’t keep secrets.
There’s truth to that, too.
A savvier Survivor player might have denied, denied, denied their possession of an idol no matter what.
Which I think we all know I’m never going to do.
Because I have books to read and songs to sing.
