The Sociopathic Alcoholic Stalker actually believes that a flower delivery and a few out-of-the-blue declarations of love are all that it would take to worm his way back into my life.
I don't understand. Is this man-logic? Is this one person's hubris? Is this mental illness?
Almost completely unrelated:
I was at the MOMA last night for a UBS sponsored happy hour, and the following happened:
1. Fell in love with this horse.
2. Lost my cell phone, but then found it inside my umbrella.
I love my phone, so I was sad when it was lost, happy when it was found, and yet... a new phone number that not a single stalker knows?
I like it.
We Are Family, My Kangaroo Sisters and Me - This article is ten years old now. But in revisiting this blog, I saw this post among my drafts and had to publish it. Had to. I am not sure to what d...
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