March 18th, 2004


To My Voyeur.

You know who you are. I know who you are. The daily visits have been a thrill, I'm sure, a tiny voyeuristic spark that you can indulge in four or five times a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Personally, the feeling of giving in this way makes me all warm and tingly and I have a heightened sense of confidence.

This is your hello. Hi.

Stay, go, whatever. I can't stop you reading this and, honestly, don't have any desire too, but you're no longer anonymous. Just thought I'd say.

(note: this is not you. you know who you are and who you aren't. please forgive the intrusion.