Well, the catâ€™s out the bag now, isnâ€™t it?
Oh, I know that Iâ€™ve been trying to hide it all this time, but now — thank goodness — You know. And I must say, itâ€™s great to finally be able to come out about it. Oh, not that kind of coming out. Iâ€™m talking about coming out All About You.
You know what Iâ€™m talking about, donâ€™t you? Of course, You do. Because no matter how clumsily I may word things, You understand that what I really mean is: You. You. You.
When I write about my mother, Iâ€™m really talking about You.
When I talk about dead babies in jars (Thank you,
When I talk about movies, TV, art, politics, farts Iâ€™m not really talking about that either, Iâ€™m really talking about You.
And because You understand that every comment and post on EOB is about, well, You, it seems almost embarrassing that I have to admit this.