The idea behind this blog is simple -- take SMS messages I have received from my new resident stalker and post them here in their creepy, awe-inspiring glory for all to see. I would go with screen caps but AndroidOS doesn't support that feature, nor am I smart enough or driven enough to figure out how to make it happen even though I know it is possible. That in itself would be hilarious, but the real fun and genius comes in then scripting in what my response to the texts would be if I were sending replies at all.
Now, all this sounds mean to all of you out there who are overly sensitive or have a conscience but allow me to elaborate on how this came about. The stalker in question, Sam*, is a girl whom at one point I had talked with and entertained the idea of possibly dating. Over the course of approximately 3 weeks, yes only 3 weeks, I slowly began to understand that just maybe that would be a bad idea and I made a break for it. The inevitability of the soul crushing, dream slaying "talk" reared its' head and I sallied forth head-on, making my position quite clear.
I may have those texts saved still, concerning the talk, so you may yet get to see those if I can find them. Anyway, so after making myself plainly clear, there was about 18 hours, give or take, that I was left alone in peace. And then it began...the soul torturing, the phone explosions, the outright creepy stalking that so far has only involved a really awkward note being left on my doorstep which I have included below.
How fucking awkward that was to come home and see a nonchalant threat staring me in the face after work. I am glad of two things in this ongoing battle for my sanity, 1) I own a gun, so I am protected 2) I do not own a rabbit, so there is no danger of coming home to find him in a stew pot on my stove one day.
In closing, I hope you enjoy this plunge into the macabre cabaret that has become my life.
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