transgress

so yesterday was an interesting day. Had an ex call me wanting to hang out. We went to a mexican restaurant because she was hungry. On the way back, we decided it'd be a good idea to have some kinky sex. Definitely not how i had planned on spending my day yesterday. Was planning on going to see the wedding crashers. Can't say that I minded in the least. Umm didn't do much else besides that. Worked. Today i umm, got payed, got some stuff from garden cove, came home... worked. Got some mushroom keesh (sp?) ... looking forward to that. Okay so today didn't quite have the BAM! of yesterday... but still.

So I don't really understand why we keep secrets? I mean... it's not really good for us. You know when you know a secret you have this unbearable urge to tell someone. That's natural. I mean, I don't see why we can't be... iuno honest. Can someone give me a hint as to why we have to hide from each other?