Talk about being in one deep shit after another.

An acquaintance stayed over my house last night due to various reasons which I cannot even be bothered to explain.

I was feeling really shitty.

Like, completely, utterly, absolutely shitty kind of shitty.

And since she was relating her disposition to me and seemed really nice I decided to be the classic too trusting ol' me and told her my story.

Later on she turned out to be this really weird person who scrolled through my blackberry messenger and my smses (HOLY SHIT). I've no way of confirming this, of course, but I swear my messages were at the newest section when I passed my phone for her to borrow.

Stupid, stupid too trusting me just did it again.

Now I'm scared of what she's gonna do about what she knows. I hope she's grateful enough of me for providing a roof upon her head to keep it to herself, or at least to not add pepper, salt and spices upon the juicy dish.

:(