I currently have two missions that require my camera. M.J. requires a photo of my bum (I’m going to try and be artistic here, but that isn’t a quality that I was born with, I admit) and Frobisher needs to see the contents of my manbag. Both will have to wait until I have a few moments to unpack and expose both to the wonders of my Sony photo-takey-thing.
I’m on a mission to free myself. Having issued my previous posting as light warning to my stalker, I’m hoping that she will take the hint and stop trying to track me. She knows that I have more deterrents in my arsenal, so I really hope that this works. If it doesn’t then you’ll all get a nice juicy tale of internetty exploits to chuckle over... So as Mr Stallone would say... Don’t Push Me! (You have to say that with the right accent and fervour; otherwise it just doesn’t work.)
And the last mission is to get my €30 back from the gentleman that has decided not to rent me his apartment. We have an agreement that he will call me Friday to arrange a meet up. I’ll keep you posted…
11 comments:
I'm doing the bag thingy... but not the bum thingy...
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I'm not doing either the bag thing (cuz I don't have a backpack - all I have is my little purse... but I guess I could do that...) or the bum thing (that is a man bum thing), but I certainly hope your stalker takes a hint and takes a hike.
And that the thing with your niece gets straightened out too.
And you get your money back.... what a pain in the arse.
Do the purse then ponygirl.
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Ohmygod - don't tell me that you have that twice convicted stalker on your heels too, now?
I'm not aware of any previous convictions, but I wouldn't be would I?
Anyway, fingers crossed that the most recent hint has been taken and I will no longer get a London IP address doing multiple searches on Famulus Said across all the blogs that I comment on.
I've put an IP block on her work and private access (it's not perfect, just a free script) but when she visits cafes, there's not a lot I can do other than make her antics a little more public each time.
It's a real shame as we started out as just friends chatting by email (I've never met her) but despite multiple warnings she wouldn't let go. Each request for her not to contact me again was met with a reply apologising for doing so. One request was met with three emails apologising. Sigh.
*continues checking inbox for peachy Famulus arse*
Photo taken last night. Now I have to prepare it for your consumption, so to speak... I'll be with you tonight.
No bananas were hurt in the making of this photo. Not a claim that Beast can make, I'm sure... ;-)
Just shove the photo on your blog - I did. (A photo of my arse, not yours'.)
Zoe: Not a chance...
I don't need any more stalkers, thank you very much. A clothed arse seems bad enough, a naked one could mean serious trouble...
Zoe: Tut. Now I have to search your blog for your photo...
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