Paranoia is good

Sometimes, all I can do to stop myself from screaming out loud in imagined agony is to concentrate very hard on one thing.
I'm about to pair my fingernails with some ferocity.

It's been kind of a rough week to stop drinking. The countdown to the end of Lent is playing like a broken record in my head.
Me and Miss Ketel One are gonna get real cozy on Easter.

I stalked someone someone this weekend. My friend and I were in the local bar drinking non-alcoholic beers in glasses so no one could tell we weren't our usual selves. We got to talking about how I stalked a former lover online on Friday afternoon. So of course, that led to us deciding to stalk the next person to leave the bar...

It turns out that following someone in a car without being noticed is more difficult than it sounds in novels or when they show it on tv. The guy for sure knew he was being followed because I blew like at least 3 yellow lights. I pulled some tricky maneuvers when he turned into a residential neighborhood, so I guess he thought he was in the clear.

I totally know where that guy lives now.

It's weird. You just never know what other people are going to do. You could have someone watching you right this second. Creepy.

Manic panic

Fuck you is how I'm feeling today.
Also a little bit of shut up and get out of my face.
I thought shopping would help but I was in such a state already that I nearly elbowed a dude in the stomach area.
Just yesterday, I reminded myself that I've got nothing to be unhappy about.
NOTHING.
But my mood does not agree.

P.S. Hi again.