It has been awhile since I have posted a blog so I thought I would
take the "quiet time" between blog entries and address a certain
individual out there in the world wide web.
It seems I have a stalker. The definition of a stalker is this: "To
pursue or approach stealthily. To go through in a menacing manner",
according to my Webster's. In recent years we have come to
associate the word "stalker" with something dark, dangerous,
something to be feared. In fact to stalk someone is now an act of
crime and punishable.
Then again, the term "stalker" per se, gives my internet stalker a
little too much credit. He is by no means stealthy and in fact lacks
glamour or mystery. Nonetheless, they are a loyal admirer of mine
and seem to search the web looking for places I have posted
comments or made a blog entry so as to anonymously comment on it
in asinine fashion. Let me define asinine for you secret admirer of
mine, asinine means, "witlessly, stupid, or silly" which truly
describes you with great accuracy. As my luck would have it, my
stalker isn't a strikingly handsome, dark and mysterious character
from the movies who wants to possess me for his own. Nope, not
that lucky. My secret admirer is some dorky asinine annoying little
dweeb from Rhea County, Tennessee. My secret admirer is witless,
stupid, and silly. He is obsessed with my panties, farting, and he
loves to eat cornbread. I sometimes thought I was somewhat of an
unlucky girl in the romance department, but my secret admirer,
stalker, or just plain asinine anonymous admirer has undoubtedly
assured me that yes, I indeed am unfortunate.
This little person of a man, dare I use the word "man" in respect to
speaking of my secret admirer follows me around the internet like a
little lost puppy, just waiting for any word from me just so he can
jump, wag his tail, or perhaps say something stupid so as to bring
attention to himself so that I will know that he is there, once again
ready to gain my attention by being an idiot.
I must say that having a secret admirer, stalker, or dweeb such as I
now have no longer bothers me. Oh I will admit, at first my secret
admirer annoyed me with all of his pesty little comments, but
actually I now rather enjoy him for he gives me something to laugh
at and to talk about with my friends each time he posts something.
So this I say to you, my little dweebish, dorky, witless admirer,
should you stop following me I will certainly notice you are not
there. Should you continue to follow me, try to pester me, or just
admire me from afar, I will not stop having an opinion and posting
my opinion where I feel the desire to do so. You matter to me now
as much as you mattered to me from your very first idiotic action in
regards to my posts. In fact, you just gave me "some stuff" to
write about. Now there's some freshly baked corn bread for ya and
might I suggest you put some butter on that my anonymous friend.
take the "quiet time" between blog entries and address a certain
individual out there in the world wide web.
It seems I have a stalker. The definition of a stalker is this: "To
pursue or approach stealthily. To go through in a menacing manner",
according to my Webster's. In recent years we have come to
associate the word "stalker" with something dark, dangerous,
something to be feared. In fact to stalk someone is now an act of
crime and punishable.
Then again, the term "stalker" per se, gives my internet stalker a
little too much credit. He is by no means stealthy and in fact lacks
glamour or mystery. Nonetheless, they are a loyal admirer of mine
and seem to search the web looking for places I have posted
comments or made a blog entry so as to anonymously comment on it
in asinine fashion. Let me define asinine for you secret admirer of
mine, asinine means, "witlessly, stupid, or silly" which truly
describes you with great accuracy. As my luck would have it, my
stalker isn't a strikingly handsome, dark and mysterious character
from the movies who wants to possess me for his own. Nope, not
that lucky. My secret admirer is some dorky asinine annoying little
dweeb from Rhea County, Tennessee. My secret admirer is witless,
stupid, and silly. He is obsessed with my panties, farting, and he
loves to eat cornbread. I sometimes thought I was somewhat of an
unlucky girl in the romance department, but my secret admirer,
stalker, or just plain asinine anonymous admirer has undoubtedly
assured me that yes, I indeed am unfortunate.
This little person of a man, dare I use the word "man" in respect to
speaking of my secret admirer follows me around the internet like a
little lost puppy, just waiting for any word from me just so he can
jump, wag his tail, or perhaps say something stupid so as to bring
attention to himself so that I will know that he is there, once again
ready to gain my attention by being an idiot.
I must say that having a secret admirer, stalker, or dweeb such as I
now have no longer bothers me. Oh I will admit, at first my secret
admirer annoyed me with all of his pesty little comments, but
actually I now rather enjoy him for he gives me something to laugh
at and to talk about with my friends each time he posts something.
So this I say to you, my little dweebish, dorky, witless admirer,
should you stop following me I will certainly notice you are not
there. Should you continue to follow me, try to pester me, or just
admire me from afar, I will not stop having an opinion and posting
my opinion where I feel the desire to do so. You matter to me now
as much as you mattered to me from your very first idiotic action in
regards to my posts. In fact, you just gave me "some stuff" to
write about. Now there's some freshly baked corn bread for ya and
might I suggest you put some butter on that my anonymous friend.
| To My Internet Stalker By "Gracie" |
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