some dood used my work computer to browse wrestling porn.
and i know who it was. he has no idea, of course, that this is what i now see when i look at him:
but it is. this is exactly what i see. its what i see when i think about him. its what i see when i see him. its in the background as i contemplate whether theres anything i can do to hasten the end of his career. its what i see when i consider that this could end very badly for me, while he doesnt suffer at all.
he has made us both a target, but the only one that knows any of this just yet…is me.