Neither is him stroking me, and quietly miaowing at me.
Neither is him watching me follow his clove cigarette around (I don't smoke but love the taste of clove smoke ~shrug~ 'm weird) and then turning to me, taking a drag on his cigarette and slowly blowing smoke right into my mouth.
Never mind. I'm strange, but you knew that.
Coming back here afterwards was less than pleasant, but I suspect that if that needs to be dealt with at all, it needs to be dealt with in private.
~sigh~ And I've accidentally come into some knowledge of what people think of me that I'd rather not have had. But I say again, if my journal bothers you that much, why are you reading it?
Though I guess I'm considering taking it down anyway. I don't know.