i'll never get this stupid paper written. ever. i wonder what it's like to have a real stalker. not one that makes sure you know what he/she is doing, but one that is really sneaky and sinister and shady. one that quietly follows you(me?) around. one that knows every url of every blog of every website that you're(i'm?) on. one that was a previous boyfriend. one that knows you(me?) all too well. oh, wait. that's what i have jonathan for. B ] i should quit wearing orange. i'm a fucking target.