anonymouse

I have not updated in forever. Nothing incredibly exciting has happened to me. I gained a stalker. If I was a cunty bitch, I would transcribe the letters and post them here, but... Hey! Wait a minute! I am a cunty bitch.

Okay, so he only stalked me for two weeks after the date happened, and I think he got the idea to leave me the fuck alone when I picked up the phone and hung up when I heard his voice. No one was around to pick up the phone for me and say I wasn't there, so I had to hear his stupid voice. Oh, but the best part: He left letters in my mailbox. He didn't send them; no, he drove by my house and stuck letters in my mailbox. I haven't read through them entirely, but I would have to leave little editorial comments throughout my transcriptions of said notes and "[sic]"s or "as is" to denote that the grammatical/spelling errors are his and not mine. One of the letters was five pages of "Oh, I'm sorry, I have lots of shit going on in my life, and I lied about you being the tenth person I asked, you were the first person I asked, I ruined everything, I'm sorry, oh, woe is me, sorry, sorry, sorry, I am pathetic." Yeah, I need that in my life. No thanks. Another letter was a "Hey, check out how cool I am, I'm reading Kathy Acker and thinking about you, hang out with me, please" letter. Hey, I don't think I have to transcribe these letters in their entirety. That gives you an idea of what I'm talking about.

As I was saying, I have nothing of interest to contribute for your reading pleasure. No ninjas have flipped out and killed people in my vicinity. I haven't run away to the sea to fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a pirate who buckles swashes. I'm just waiting for shit to happen. And in order to witness said shit happening, I should probably leave the house. Yeah. I should probably get out more.

This is a very short entry.