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.
