May
26 2009
A few months ago, I wrote about some redneck (who lives nearby) who has been spying on me– visiting all my blogs regularly, talking gossiping to neighbors, postal workers, etc. I now happen to see his little red car parked down the street frequently. In perfect view of my house and my backyard activities.
Without getting into too many details, I just wanted to:
- Say “hi.”
- Say “GET A LIFE.” Go take some Colonix, relax, and chill for a while. A loooong while.
- Let him know I know he’s around.
- If I catch you monitoring me, I’m calling the cops. The REAL cops, not the TV “Cops.”
- Remind my dear readers that in-laws who become ex-laws can rapidly become outlaws.
- Thanks to this guy, I will never run out of crabby fodder for this blog.
May 26th, 2009 at 8:04 pm
I have to admit I’m a little creeped out by your stalker. Although after reading your crabby take on it I’m laughing and creeped out at the same time.
May 27th, 2009 at 2:00 am
Creepy.
May 27th, 2009 at 9:18 pm
I’m glad you have a good attitude about it. I would have to get in his face.
May 27th, 2009 at 9:19 pm
That’s scary shit. But also kind of neat, like being on a tv show or one of those made-for-tv movies…