I Know You Really Love Me!
I'm spending my shift reading about erotomania. That's when you delussionally beleive that some random person is in love with you, and there's stalking involved and stuff. Man, that shit is fascinating! I think I'll make it the subject of my next writing project; which probably means it will start out wonderfully, have a few gripping scenes, and never quite come together. Should be fun to write about...if only I can imagine what it's like to have unrequited, obsessive love for someone who doesn't actually love me.
Maybe my Hot Hot Boss knows...
Also, there is Carrie-Okee tonight. Boo Hiss. If anyone has a sword I can fall on, please drop it off for me @ the mall.
Maybe my Hot Hot Boss knows...
Also, there is Carrie-Okee tonight. Boo Hiss. If anyone has a sword I can fall on, please drop it off for me @ the mall.

Ah...but...
Come to think of it, I used to correspond with someone like that...ABSOLUTELY convinced that the other person (not actually a stranger, but I strongly suspect this target person had very little interest in the situation) was obsessively following and plotting and doing other scary-movie-type hijinks, just out of sight. Literally ANYthing could be worked into the fabric of "evidence" that this person was a scheming stalker. Interesting lifestyle.