August 6, 2013

  • More than Real

    So. Apparently I have a stalker. At long last, a real stalker – not some web bot that drops 256 pageloads per minute every thirty minutes on the half hour after 2AM. A real person, strolling leisurely (and at plausible times) through my pages of record. Who is she? I have guesses, but no idea. She *could* be a pasty hairy dude living in mom’s basement; but as I have nothing more than anonymous footprints to go on, I can make her whatever I want to her to be. And I will.

    Turns out she’s adorable (who knew). Quirky and kind and smug and clever and kewte. That’s right, kewte. With the silent e.

    Definitely kewte.

    I have to say I’m kinde of excited about this development.

    If you never hear from me again, assume the basement dude got me. Meanwhile, she’s my fantasy – I DO WAHT I WANT.

     

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