|I'm watching you! Sort of...
||[Mar. 7th, 2006|10:12 am]
When I'm at work and my co-worker is acting like a three-year-old and I don't get recognition for the fact that I've been here a year and don't need to have my work double-checked like she does. When I'm feeling a little trapped and...constricted. When I am ready to start and the gun hasn't fired. These are times I separate from myself. I find my happy space. And I think of you.
I wonder what it's like to live where you live. I wonder how others treat you at work. If you are home, I wonder how you pass the time. I want to know what happens when you come home. Do you go and have coffee with a friend? Do you go out to eat? Do you like to rent a movie and stay at home? Do you go home with someone? Do you go home alone? Do you masturbate?
I like it here, watching you with my mind's eye. It makes the time fly and no one even knows. You don't post everything. Neither do I. It's a good thing. That means I can fill in the spaces myself...