Pissed Off

Nothing gets my goat quite like being asked the same question multiple times.  No, thank you.  How many times must I tell you I'd rather not have sex with your skanky arse boyfriend, and for that matter stop touching me as well?  Worst is the way I wan't able to lock William out of the bathroom this morning and he oggled me the entire time I was in the shower.  Talk about ewww.  I am so wearing clothes to bed from now on.  The thought still makes my stomach roll, I'd be more than happy if he never touched me again.

Now he says we need to go over to his parents house for some reason.  I don't want to go!  I'd rather stay home and wash the silverware, write my story, and wait paitiently on MSN.  Won't let me log in to Paula's board either.  Want too see if that last chapter was too much.  Writing about miscarriages kinda dampens the mood for days afterward.

So blah.  Maybe some caffeine will help.