People are strange conniving beings… Crombie has recently picked up a stalker, which I find rather amusing as this is technically my fault. But what makes this stalker particularly precious is that he is a she, heh heh… I’ll just let that sink in for a few secs!
This stalker gets extra bonus points as she is a kinda mate of moi’s. Kinda Mate just took the liberty of emailing the Crombster recently and it just seems the poor little thing can’t get enough, much to my enjoyment and Crombie’s irritation.
Having a stalker is like having bubblegum stuck in your fucking hair – no matter where you turn and what you do, the fucker follows! What starts out as something completely innocent (how many times have you had to use THIS line to explain something to the parentals?!) and you being a completely honourable and über amazing tart gets turned into a cloak and dagger, literally, expedition of hide and body seek (and no that isn’t a typo).
I have often pondered, after my seriously mental encounters with a few types of these peoples, whether stalkers just don’t possess the part of the brain that tells them they are being completely fucking neurotic and borderline psychotic.
Freaky ass people need to learn some self-control!
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