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Lil Miss Sneaky



It's funny how every time you put your phone down, it's face down. And no matter who you talk to when you speak about it later, you can never remember a name. You know how to hold the phone @ that perfect angle so only you see your screen. No looking over your shoulder, huh? & you can have a lock on your phone whenever you please? I admit in the past I didn't do things like that BUT hell I didn't think that doing those things meant being sneaky. O wait, it's sneaky when I DO it is just normal for any & every body else?And why is it, I must hear," I need to tell you SOMETHING or show you SOMETHING." WTF is the something??? Like why can't I just be told," Look I've been SECRETLY & SNEAKLY accessing your account and I want to discuss what I came across." Yet I'm sneaky. I'm manipulative. Hiding something.

Oh  so because you rather not talk to me or listen when I talk or because you take everything personally that I post on social networks or you NEVER READ nor COMMENT on MY blog or show any interest in anything I care about so I spend my time associating with people who do, I'm up to no good? I'm hiding something? I can't possibly be making friends? Socializing?

There’s a difference between secrecy and privacy.  There’s also a thing known as personal space and personal property. If you have a problem with me taking advantage of my CONSTITUTIONAL rights … GET OVER IT!!! Let me be me and adjust yourself accordingly!!! You nor I work for any top secret agency so we shouldn't behave as if we do.
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