Blabbermouth

Me. Me. Me. Me. I'm the one.
When it comes to my own secrets, I realise there's no way I can keep them just to myself. Like a pamphlet distributor, I've to give them all away somehow, somewhere to someone.

Today during lunch I met a couple of my ex-colleagues. Was updating them about my recent life. Then somewhere along our conversation, I told them I'll be leaving my current job soon. That was still alrite. Further into our conversation, my mouth slipped out where I'll be going. I was stunned. By my mouth. Nowadays my brain seems to have lost control over what is coming out from my mouth. Those are friends that I have very little contact with, you know. Probably once every 6 months or more? That's bad. Very bad. I'm sure it'll spread like wildfire. Not that I'm that popular, but you know such news do ssssspppppppprrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaaadd very quickly. Popularity has absolutely no correlation to it.

It is as if it's not bad enough that the whole office knows about it. I'm already receiving phonecalls from concerned colleagues. Yay, yay me and my BIG mouth. Well done! Good job, Kelly! Good job!