1. A breach or rent; a breaking forth into a loud, shrill sound.
2. An harangue; a long tirade on any subject.
3. A record of her attempt to climb out of writer's block
yes - my name and all sorts of combination of naughty things. it's actually not that bad. of course, i don't know how to think like a stalker so...i could be missing something.
but i've erased myself from all online dating sites but one (heh), all social networking sites but one (it's work!) and i think that should do it for now. of course, my DAD has a great big honking picture of me on his website so, thanks Dad!
So you spent that hour stalking yourself--not checking up on other people? It could go either way, you know! (Or, of course, both/and; it doesn't have to be an either/or situation?) :)
r: i don't have anyone to stalk... well, i did. but i couldn't find anything, damn him.
but now i find myself sort of stalking B-. i know! why?? i don't know. it's the scab i just have to pick at. he's sending out these faint signals of something and i can't resist. will he round out my Summer 3? who knows. we're obsessed with each other.
jc: see, you need to create an online presence, create some scandal and *then* you'll be googleable. or start your own rock band.
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Have you Googled yourself already to see what pops up that needs de-breadcrumbing?
yes - my name and all sorts of combination of naughty things. it's actually not that bad. of course, i don't know how to think like a stalker so...i could be missing something.
but i've erased myself from all online dating sites but one (heh), all social networking sites but one (it's work!) and i think that should do it for now. of course, my DAD has a great big honking picture of me on his website so, thanks Dad!
way to enable my stalking.
So you spent that hour stalking yourself--not checking up on other people? It could go either way, you know! (Or, of course, both/and; it doesn't have to be an either/or situation?) :)
nice. i google myself, including my maiden name and all that comes up is stuff for my sister exene. go figure.
r: i don't have anyone to stalk...
well, i did. but i couldn't find anything, damn him.
but now i find myself sort of stalking B-. i know! why?? i don't know. it's the scab i just have to pick at. he's sending out these faint signals of something and i can't resist. will he round out my Summer 3? who knows. we're obsessed with each other.
jc: see, you need to create an online presence, create some scandal and *then* you'll be googleable. or start your own rock band.
that works, too.
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