Sunday, September 22, 2002

No, I'm not angry. Trust me, everyone would know it if I was angry.

I am very very annoyed though. I spend hours of my precious writing time trying to make something pretty for you - and what happens? They waltz in, assuming they're welcome, without being invited, without even fucking asking. Your bed, for gods' sakes.

Pissed off? Damn right I am - and someone's going to suffer for it.


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