Monday, 30 April 2012
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gahhhhhhhhhhh
It's like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine
I've nothing to say at all tonight, except:
- making microwave popcorn on the stove is easier and much more fun than it sounds.
(I'm going to continue my trend of having no microwave as a consequence.)
- I fucking hate dodging creepers I thought I'd left behind me.
(aka: please, Fred, leave me the Hell alone and stop taking my interests and making them yours. Leave my workplace, don't ask me where I run, I don't care how or when you run, leave me the fuck alone please GOD. I want to tell him exactly that, but now because of his FUCKING CREEPERDOM I have to work with him. Hopefully not too closely, as my department and his rarely overlap, but you never know, Goddammit.)
- bills suck. Doesn't mean I don't pay them, but that doesn't mean they don't still suck.
(and Jesus God I wish I could find a cheaper place to live, but this is already one of the cheapest that I could survive in.)
- No, this bears repeating. I want Fred to just disappear from my life. OMG, please. I don't say that about very many people at all, but when someone is CLEARLY interested and you are CLEARLY TO THE POINT OF BLUDGEONING THEM TO DEATH WITH YOUR BLUNTNESS not, you'd think that people would fucking TAKE THE HINT and LEAVE YOU ALONE. He's followed me here, where he has no family and no friends. I am skeezed out. I wish I lived with a man, at this stage. Because I'm really fucking freaked.
/tearing all my hairs out of my head and pounding my forehead on the desk until I can't feel anything anymore,
Christina.
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Comments (3)
Start talking about me, but only refer to me as Reggie. A guy I knew in high school only called me Reggie when talking about me to his parents, and they thought I was a guy until they met me in person.
Just ignore him, lie about when and where you run, and tell him you're moving in with your "boyfriend Reggie."
If all else fails, I got friends in Columbia.
@Izz_ard - Oh, this is why we are friends. :)
I had something similar happen to me back in high school. I threatened the guy with getting him in serious trouble if he didn't leave me alone, and he left me alone as a result.
This whole thing with Fred sounds too serious to me. If you don't want him to know about your life, don't enable him, online or otherwise. If he asks, just tell him you don't/shouldn't have to tell him and he doesn't need / shouldn't have to know.