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Please, for the love of fuck, Roomie, SHUT UP. You've had all day to talk to me, have, in fact, spent most of the day chatting rather happily. Then we came home, and I left you to your own devices while you surfed the Internet and chatted with your friends. Then we watched TV together.
The nanosecond I decide to write is when you decide to interrupt me every minute and a half to share a picture or a news story or a bit of gossip. I know you don't do it on purpose, but holy fuckballs, when you see that I'm writing in Written? Kitten, can you not stow it for a while? You know, like I try to whenever you're writing on a deadline.
Of course, if I say this aloud, it will just spawn a huge fight and accusations of selfishness and that I don't love you and blah, blah, blah, and I'm too tired to deal with the drama.
The nanosecond I decide to write is when you decide to interrupt me every minute and a half to share a picture or a news story or a bit of gossip. I know you don't do it on purpose, but holy fuckballs, when you see that I'm writing in Written? Kitten, can you not stow it for a while? You know, like I try to whenever you're writing on a deadline.
Of course, if I say this aloud, it will just spawn a huge fight and accusations of selfishness and that I don't love you and blah, blah, blah, and I'm too tired to deal with the drama.
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