| Well, it finally happened |
[Aug. 15th, 2006|04:03 pm] |
So guess who came into my work this week?
Not only that, guess who came into my work every day for the first half of the week, asking if I worked there?
What is it going to take for this person to leave me alone? I moved miles and miles away and I was fucking followed!
So when PsychoStalker finally came in during my shift, I was so overcome with many emotions. Part of me wanted to shit myself. Part of me wanted to reach out and give this person a good swift punch in the face. The rest of me was just angry. This person shouldn't even be in the state, much less at my workplace.
So I get mad and I say, "How did you know I worked here?"
PsychoStalker avoids the question until I ask three more times. Then the answer I finally get is, "Well, people SEE you..." and just the way it was said was just the creepiest fucking thing ever. So I say, "I wanna know who it was that told you I worked here."
After a few more attempts at dancing around the question, it finally comes out that PsychoStalker has people looking for me, then they tell it where I am. Where I work. Where I live.
I went into the back room (because there's really no place to "escape") and call home. Well, my house went under red alert when I told them PsychoStalker finally left after 20 minutes of harrassment and they ran all over the house locking doors and shit. The girl I was working with called my boss, and my boss was about ready to call the cops.
That just eeries me out, knowing PsychoStalker was in town for days before I even knew about it, and not knowing where this person is now. I can't even live my life 2,000 miles away.
This just cinches it. I'm definitely getting a restraining order. I was putting it off because I was thinking that I was just being overly-cautious, and that PsychoStalker wouldn't actually ever come up here.
Well, I was wrong, wasn't I?
As my co-worker says: "That's just a sad thing when you can't even leave your own home without worrying about [PsychoStalker]" |
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| Yeah |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|09:36 pm] |
To anyone else, it's called "paranoia". For me, it's called "Being cautious about the inevitable".
So my stalker hit the last straw the other day when they called my family members' UNLISTED telephone number, trying to get my address.
You have no fucking business calling them and harrassing my family just because YOU'RE an asshole. Call their house again and see what happens.
I'm finally just gonna go ahead and file the restraining order. I'm just so sick and tired of this shit. I'm tired of being spied on...like that little incident last summer, and I'm tired of not being able to live my life peacefully. Tired of not being able to talk to people without the suspicion of "Is this one of my stalker's 'informants'?" When I get the restraining order through at least I'll have a small sense of security when I walk out the door in the morning.
Leave me the hell alone and let me live my fucking life. You have no right to intrude upon it and I've given you fair warning countless times. This time I'm not playing around. Quit calling my house, quit googling me and leave my family out of your little "I must control you" game.
LEAVE ME ALONE! |
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| Who loves a king? (Oh the Good Life) |
[Jun. 14th, 2006|01:32 pm] |
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| | Oh The Good Life | ] |
Ever get a phrase stuck in your head? Right now mine is "Who Loves A King?" from a certain boycotted book I bought a few years ago, angering a rather large group of people, "HOW COULD YOU BUY THAT BOOK??!? WE'VE GOT A BOYCOTT ON IT!!" Well, sir, it's because it was staring at me from a shelf at Barnes & Noble and it was haunting me until I read it. I wasn't sucked into the "theories" so it didn't affect me.
I'm being brought down by a renegade sleeve and a strange song is playing on my computer because it completely sucked me in....I don't agree with the "andy warhol" angle of it, I guess I can see what they're talking about but it's more like that song "19" I saw on VH1 Classic.
"...In Vietnam he was nineteen...n-n-n-n-n-nineteen..."
Okay. I'm off to buy some more black fabric. |
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| I could sense this coming a mile away |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|09:48 pm] |
Yep, so someone from my old town is visiting my other journal. It's either one of two people: someone I used to be friends with or my dumbass stalker who wants to pinpoint where I am at all times and simply MUST know what I'm doing constantly so she googles me everyday.
If it's the former friend, I wouldn't care because she doesn't comment and so on and leaves me in peace. If it's the latter, she really needs to leave me the hell alone and get it through that fucking skull of hers that I want nothing to do with her. |
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| They don't quit. |
[Apr. 26th, 2006|04:30 pm] |
Yeah, people thought I was paranoid for no reason. They don't know them like I do or know the connivving they're capable of. The paranoia was justified, because everything I said was gonna happen, happened. Fuck them all, I knew I was right. |
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| Oh my GAWD, Bitch, Grow up!! |
[Mar. 31st, 2006|02:53 pm] |
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We were dragged into the world of gossip a couple of days ago. Our targets?
This chick in my art classes is married, and was making this big deal out of it in the beginning of the semester, "I'm married, I love my husband so much, blah blah blah" but then when I was in my life drawing class the other day, one of my friends, leans in and says, "Hey, she isn't wearing her wedding ring." and I look and indeed, she's not wearing it.
So then, yesterday, in my Art History class, which this same girl is in, she wasn't wearing it again. And I was joking around with her and said, "Young Lady, where is your wedding ring?" and she gives me this snobby look and says, "I'm getting a divorce." and I said, "Weren't you just married? How long have you guys been married?" and she said, "Eight months...but we've been together for five years."
I'm thinking, well, if you've been together for five years, you should probably know by now whether or not a marriage would work.
So I was talking about it with a couple of my friends, and my other friend said, "Oh, and she's going out with that kid now." Now, the "Kid" is like, 19. Younger guys? Ew.
Probably not the best thing to do when you're still married to be messing around with some teenager and making out in the middle of class. Holy crap, can't you wait until the divorce is final before you start fucking around? GEEZ!! |
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| I can feel it happening again.... |
[Feb. 28th, 2006|03:28 pm] |
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| | Lose yourself | ] |
Oh God, it's back!
*throws up innards into toilet* |
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| Should probably mention |
[Feb. 24th, 2006|12:48 pm] |
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| | It's Oh So Quiet (Zing Boom) | ] |
Just in case, I suppose I should mention that the "drama" post was directed at these snivvly dumbasses I go to school with and their high school-ish problems.
Random thoughts:
I hate Kool-Aid....on occasion
Still working out
I like running down hills but hate climbing up them again.
I enjoy the scenery of a 19th century Irish graveyard.
Watching snow melt is more interesting than it sounds.
I'm most happy on a city sidewalk with a camera in my hand.
I want to go to B-Fest but can't afford it.
I want to make my movies.
From my window I can see two towns over.... |
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| Because she's lonely |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|02:26 pm] |
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| |  sympathetic | ] |
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| | Theme music | ] |
I'm feeling....well, not really sorry but saddened for a friend of mine. We don't have our winter break until the day after tomorrow, and she's stuck at home by herself, because her mom took her younger sister to Florida for a week and a half.
Her: My sister's on her winter break.
Me: Oh, that's right, WE go to school this week. Is that why you didn't go to Florida with them?
Her: They didn't invite me.
Me: Because of school?
Her: They didn't know I had school this week. They just didn't invite me to go.
Me: (silent) |
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| Drama |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|07:49 pm] |
When I watch all the shit around me, it makes me glad I'm me.
"Ah am da ree-incah-nashun uv Tolkien....just less crazy." |
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| McDonald's Burger Gray |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|09:42 pm] |
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| | Brown Eyed Girl | ] |
| You are |  |
So I'm in the co-ed weight room the other day when I happen to look across from me and spied one rather good looking specimen of the opposite gender.
Wonder if he'll be there tomorrow. |
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| Only posting so you know I'm not dead |
[Feb. 2nd, 2006|02:11 pm] |
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| | The sound of my typing | ] |
It's that point in my day where if I have a day off from work, I'm bored. I have nothing to do but not bite my fingernails, because, well, I broke myself from that habit two years ago. Heh.
I swear to lollipops that people are so damn lazy. I'm in the library at my school and this middle aged woman was printing something out and instead of actually getting up to walk the five steps to the printer, she wheels her damn chair across the room. Get up and walk, you lazy fuck! |
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| Sleep apnea and anorexia |
[Dec. 27th, 2005|04:31 pm] |
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| | cranky | ] |
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| | Take Me Out | ] |
For the past few nights I've been up really late. At first I chalked it up to the excitement of christmas but now Christmas is past so there goes that theory.
I want to go back to school, but I still have a month or so. I hate my art history teacher for taking my binder, now I worry that it won't be there when I get back. It still had a bunch of crap in it from last semester and I really wanted to clean it out before I went back, but no.
Also, I've abandoned my usual New Year's resolution in favor of one that could ultimately damage my health but I've become obsessed with losing weight. I just keep seeing all these obese people around here and think, "I don't want to get like that."
I miss being skinny, and my ultimate sick goal is to be the least weight my height can handle if not a few pounds underweight. Is that so wrong? It'll probably never happen, but it's something for my demented mind to shoot for....149 by the end of the school year.
I got called in to take over some dumbass's shift again. I swear, these people take the hours and then don't come in. To a normal person, they would reconsider their availability. But no. Not the fucking 'tard-brigade! |
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| "Whaah NOT?" |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|08:07 pm] |
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| | Hark! The Herald Angels Sing | ] |
I had to call a dear friend today to help me think of pleasant thoughts to rid my mind of this shit. Yeah, why I go around looking at this stuff I'll never know. I was in a morbid mood today.
All the Christmas (not Holiday, but CHRISTMAS....because it's my religion and it's MY religion's holiday...you don't have to call it a HOLIDAY Menorah, do you? Or...whatever the hell that Kwanzaa thing is...more on that later) shopping is done. I am so glad. Now I can enjoy the holidays. Kudos! I had to do a secret santa at work but I was so pissed at the person I had to get the present for, I almost ate her gift.
Now, I don't know ANYONE that celebrates Kwanzaa. It's a made up holiday someone got the idea for while trekking through the jungle in the mid 60s. I kid you not, look it up. If I asked anyone on the street if they were gonna celebrate Kwanzaa, they'd be like, "Shiiiiiiiiit, we already got the xmas tree!"
Hanukah, I respect. It's from the time of Moses....but even then it was considered a new holiday, but at least it had meaning. It was commemorating something. Like Christmas is celebrating the birth of our lord. That's why I'll tell you Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah. None of this Happy Holidays bullshit.
When Kwanzaa is more than 50 years old and it becomes an actual holiday that people I actually know celebrate instead of it being crammed down their poor throats just because they're black ("WE INVENTED THIS HOLIDAY FOR YOU, SO USE IT!!"), THEN I'll say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah and Happy Kwanzaa.
(waits for the backlash of offended angry white folks who don't understand what Kwanzaa is about) |
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| Paco? |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|08:48 pm] |
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| | "Picasso's Last Words (Drink to me)" by Wings | ] |
I wanted to go into the city and maybe visit Little Italy this weekend (It's not THE Little Italy) but sometimes things don't work out the way we plan. A lot of things are like that.
Work is kicking my ass right now. On top of this and school I have absolutely NO room for a social life and right now that's what I need to keep me from going insane.
I REEEAAALLLLY need to get out of this town. Maybe it was really happening in the 20s through the 80s (or so I hear) but now it's just shit. A lot of wandering vagrants and just some of the most rude ass people I've ever come to know. When someone drops something you help them pick it up. I really REALLY hate the people in this town. With a passion. HELP!!
Okay, on to something fun...
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I think I need a drink. |
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| *cough* *cough* Punch. |
[Oct. 11th, 2005|04:20 pm] |
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| | Wake Me Up When September Ends | ] |
Anyone that coughs without covering their mouths needs a good kick in the face everytime they do it. It's the only way they'll learn. |
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| Men in red woolen shirts are getting kicks from things he'll never know |
[Sep. 13th, 2005|02:54 pm] |
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| | "...Remember what the doormouse said..." | ] |
Geez, how long has it been since I've written in here? I'm actually stalling, I'm supposed to be researching a paper for history. Why? These people are never going to learn about me, so why should I have to write about them? There's no future in history, (ha ha, lame joke).
I have the taste of Wise chips in my mouth...
Holy MOG, why is the font on this computer so big? |
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| Could this really be a new post? |
[Aug. 25th, 2005|01:56 pm] |
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| | The Chicken Dance | ] |
I finally finished the story I was writing. Go me. Yes, go me. I deserve some confetti to be thrown at this given moment. *Waits*............okay, whatever, screw you guys too!
I got a letter from my school saying I needed to show proof of my shot records, unfortunately, my shot records were in another state, but now I have them with me. Mm-hm. Mail is a great invention. I wish I had thought of it. I'd be rich! I'd raise stamp prices to 40ยข and then come out with really COOL stamps like President Lincoln fighting Godzilla on the top of the empire state building while King Kong watches (Because King Kong knows he's a total pussy and wouldn't get mixed up in the melee).
And now I am off...in more ways than one. |
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| On second thought... |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|09:04 pm] |
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| |  crazy | ] |
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| | "Chung-shikka-lung-shikka-lung..." | ] |
Disregard that last post. Yeah, I was in one of my moods. :) |
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