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I really wish my mother would quit hovering.
Trying to look at rotten.com...
trying to write.
And with her, hovering over my shoulder with that disgusting smelling olive spread...
My stomach is queasy for a lot of reasons... and that just gives it one more.
I wanted to speed through rotten... but this is gonna take all fucking day at the rate I'm going now.
I'm feeling very "leave me the fuck alone.. find a hobby... one that has nothing to do with me..."
But I don't really mean it.
Grar.
Privacy.
Or the ability to be honest about what I'm doing and looking at without having to explain to the eyes who wouldn't appreciate seeing.

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