  Dear You.....stop lurking around spying on me in here. You are not going to find out what it was I was hiding this morning. You want to know what it was? It was the phone number and address of my leadlight teacher....I'd written it on the front page of the paper before you took it into the bathroom, and well, I don't like it when I know stuff has been taken into the bathroom when you're..well, you know. I'm weird like that. See, I have no secrets or mystery left. Leave me a comment so I know you care. Heh. 
