Friday, December 16, 2011


Don't worry about her, Lexi's fine. She did however finally leave Minneapolis. About time too, I can't protect her there forever. I'm just glad she found another third story appartment. Yes, I'm well aware I sound like a stalker, and yes, I know right where she is. No, I will not intentionally hurt her. I would, however, appreciate it if she would stop avoiding the internet and me. Oh well, that's life.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Lexi, I've finally got a bit of time to explain things to you.

For those of you reading this, Lexi has been badgering me with countless questions as of late. You've seen them, here on the blog. But also she's been texting me. Mostly they're about the key and my motives.

I'll start with the latter, it's simpler to explain. I'm here to help Lexi. Yes, I'm here for others too, but mainly her. Think what you want of me, I'm going to do what I can.

Now, the key. I, shall we say, acquired it from a proxy who met an untimely end. Then again, he was a proxy, big whoop. This was after I spent quite a significant portion of my time tracking it down and identifying exactly what it does. Essentially it rips open the fabric of space and time and creates a tunnel between two points. Now an inexperienced user like myself or Lexi tends to hop around a bit in time when they use it, but in theory it should be capable of instantaneous transportation.

Unfortunately, the tunnels it opens aren't always safe. You need a clear mind when using it, something very few of us runners have anymore. If you're distracted or scared, these pathways will amplify that terror. So no, Slenderman wasn't there, just his image in your mind. Which, consequently, is close enough to the real thing from what I can tell. If he appears when you next use the key, make sure not to let him out of the door. The consequences would be disastrous.

Next order of business, Elaine. Woman, you're freefalling towards your early demise from what I can see. While I thank you for sheltering Lexi for a short time, you may do more harm than good unless you get your head on straight.

I would have more to say on this subject, but fortunately, Lexi keeps to herself.  Now I have work to do, goodbye.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


First off, let me tell you all I'm a little drunk. I'm going to have one bitching hangover, and I honestly don't care because right now this wine is so good. Don't worry, I'll proofread this once the hangover's gone, make it my usual grammatically correct style. Future me, this is a promise I'm making myself, don't break it. Edit for spelling and grammar, not content.

Now then, onto the good stuff. I'm drinking more than I have in a long time for one very important reason: I miss MrStumblr. A lot. And Guardian makes me miss him more. The two are very much alike. They harbor a lot of anger, but they're nice guys. Of course, once I started drinking, I got sad I was getting so drunk that I started drinking more. (Editor's note: Yeah, I get stupid when I'm drunk. And chatty. I hate Drunk!Me)

Now, Guardian's been silent for quite a while. I haven't heard from him since I left Hope, which scares me. And what scares me more is the fact that I'm scared I haven't heard from him! He's done nothing at all to earn my trust or loyalty, but for some reason, he has both. I don't know why, but whenever I hear from him, it's like, everything else melts away and all I have is honesty and blind faith. It'll probably get me killed one day, but for now I'm safe.

Next, the key. I still don't know how it works, but I tried it again. I don't have to go through the door, I can close it and remove the key and the door is normal again. Which is good because this time I heard screaming. It sounded like children. Not young kids, but not old either. Or maybe of every age, I don't know anymore. But it terrifies me, I can't get it out of my head and there was nothing I could do to help. I think there's something in that world, so I really don't want to go back.

Well crap, the wine's gone. Moving onto the brandy. Yeah, this is much better.

I think I'm going mad. But can an insane person know they're insane? If someone thinks they're insane, does that make them sane? My thoughts bounce around so much these days. I don't know what to do, but I need to do something. So I'm going to start reading everything. I want to start with the modern stuff. People are blogging and recording him even now. They've done so much digging already, I want to compile their theories and find one that works.

But maybe that's a bad idea. The more you know about him, the more he stalks you, isn't that right? But I'm on the third floor, I should be safe, right? I think I should stop forcing all of my problems on you and just get to work. I don't feel right asking you all to confirm my every step, I'm a grown woman, I should be able to do things for myself.


Argh, that was about twelve hours ago. My hangover isn't gone, but it's better. Asprin and lots of water are helping. I think that's what I was intending to say. I kept my promise to myself, nothing was cut from that post, but I almost feel like I'm too emotional to post it all. I don't know, maybe I'll feel better with some feedback.

Sunday, November 27, 2011


Just checking in with everyone here. I don't really know what's been going on, my sense of time is all kinds of screwed up right now. Apparently I missed a day or two, and it just doesn't feel right.

I still haven't heard from Guardian, which irritates me more than it should. I don't have very much faith in him right now though. Of course, I shouldn't have much faith in him to begin with, but that's something else entirely.

Somehow, everything of mine is here. My car, my clothes, the cat. I don't know if he had something to do with this or if that's how the key works.

My head hurts, and I finally ate the last of my soup for lunch. I think I'm going out for a bit. I really need to find some sort of ward, I'm paranoid something's going to happen if I'm not careful.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Filler For Lost Time

Guardian, what the hell did you do this time? Yes you got me out of hope unscathed, but at what cost? How did you fuck with time like that? I need answers and you won't charm your way out of this one.

You need to explain things from now on, I will not be blindly trusting you as I have. First, the key. What does it do? Did I actually see Him on that path? What else is there? How did my things get home from Hope?

You know what? I have other points to make, but I want to know the full story first.

Now if you don't mind, I'm going to make some hot chocolate and not sleep. I can't get things out of my head and it's starting to hurt.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

More Messages

Solid biological waste has impacted the rotational air circulation device. Elaine apparently has some deal to keep the Slenderman off of Hope's doorstep. I don't really know what it is, but it scares me. And I still don't know what to think of my conversation with Guardian. To elaborate on that a bit more, once I got over the fact he wasn't going to change what I wanted him to (which basically boiled down to "stop being so freaking cryptic!") he asked me how I was and if I was enjoying my stay at hope.

He was nice, he just wanted to be sure I was happy and healthy. I'm not used to that anymore, so I'll have to admit I was flattered. But that's the past, this is the present. I don't really know what's going on, but this time it sounded urgent.

I got a text from Guardian. "Use the key before it's too late." He hasn't steered me wrong thus far (save for the calling widget, which has apparently been helpful to a few people), so I'm going to go with my gut and follow his directions. A second text came in right after the first "Use it on the outside of your bedroom door. Now."

Now I know why he said that, but first I need to tell you exactly what happened. My day had been boring. I made breakfast, checked the usual social networks (with location services disabled, of course). Lunch went by, and supper, with nothing spectacular. I took a shower and started getting ready for bed, that's when the first text came in. I got dressed and started packing when the second one came. So I dropped the shirts I was folding, and ran out of the door, closed it, and used the key.

The door pulled itself open, but my room wasn't behind it. Third message: "Run." So I bolted, the door slamming shut behind me. It was a forrest path, but something was wrong. There was no sun, but there was light, there were no leaves on the trees, no breeze, but they swayed. I heard noises, terrifying sounds that I can't get out of my head. I looked back only once, it was the Slender Man behind me. I don't know if it was really him or just a Fig Newton in my imagination (my dad always used to say that to me) caused by the strange world. I'm betting on Fig Newton.

But after what seemed like forever, I was at the opposite side of the path. There was another door, crimson. I swear it was painted in blood, so I didn't stop to see what was around to drain that much from a person. I went through, and it was my room, back in Minneapolis. My belongings and the cat were all in their places at home. Squinkey didn't seem to notice anything wrong and when I opened the door, it was my hallway, not the path that stared back at me.

I don't know what's going on here, but I'm scared. More scared than I have been so far on this whole journey. For all I know, I could have died on that path, but I didn't.

Elaine, and everyone else back at Hope, the Guardian has never sent me down the wrong path before, but I hope he was misinformed for your sake. Stay safe, guys.

Monday, November 21, 2011

In which my judgement lapses

I just now realized what time it is. Good grief it's late, quarter past one in the morning and I'm yawning. But there's the old nag to blog in my head and hands, so here I sit. I did something stupid. Well, it was probably stupid. Lines have begun to blur and I'm not so sure anymore.

I've been talking to Guardian. I sent him a message around 10 this evening, I wanted to call him out on a few things like that Google voice call widget he's got up. But we ended up talking. I don't even know how it happened. But he doesn't seem like that bad of a person. I'm still not sure what to think, but he's actually a nice guy. I just don't agree with everything he does.

But he was kind, and after our conversation grew more casual, I felt more like myself. I was chatty and he's kinda funny, in an awkward sort of way. But it scares me.

I haven't felt this way since MrStumblr. I don't really know what that says about me, but I need sleep. If anyone feels like they've got some advice, I could really use it now.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Getting Out

No, I'm not leaving hope. I'm getting some air. I've been cooped up in here, staring at books or my laptop for far too long. I'll be back later tonight though. If anyone wants me to pick something up for them while I'm out, leave a comment, I'll be glad to help out. I don't really have a destination in mind. Well, I do, but I don't want to put it up here.

Oh, and if Squinkey starts meowing for attention, would someone please check on her? She should be fine though.

Monday, November 7, 2011


Seriously buddy? Now you're just pissing me off. For those of you who care, Guardian put a call widget from Google Voice up on my blog. I think he's hinting at something. I've got that damn phone, if he wants to get in touch, he can call me.

In other news, I've been laying low, sticking mostly to my bedroom and a few common areas like the kitchen. I know it's not exactly safe to leave, but I almost want to see a movie or something. There's a decent theater not too far from here, but I don't know.

Thursday, November 3, 2011


I'm gone from Minnesota. He showed up at work again the day after my last post. I called in my resignation and sent an email after that, just so my boss would have a more formal way of communication. It's been hairy, but my apartment is high up enough that I was safe. I packed up a few things and got the car loaded up.

The trip was boring, as I expected, and I arrived late this afternoon. It's been nice. And I was able to bring the cat with me, she's surprisingly good on car rides. I'll keep her in my room for now, I don't want her wandering around and getting lost.

Elaine is a wonderful host, she opened her doors and it was great to finally meet the woman MrStumblr idolized. Well, perhaps not idolized, but he definitely cared about her opinion. I don't know how that happened, it just sorta did.

Anyway, Squinkey looks like she wants to sleep, so I'm going to do the same. She already claimed the bed, so it looks like I get her leftovers.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

More Mail

I got some rather disturbing mail today. It was one of those big manilla envelopes and it was stuffed with photos of my new apartment and a note from Guardian.

"The proxy that took these won't bug you any more." Great, I didn't even know I had a stalker. This is just what I wanted to hear.

Probably unrelated, but the chatty lady wasn't at work today. Nobody's heard from her since last Friday. It was actually a bit too quiet today.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Sick Leave

Horribly fucking tall asshat met me at work today. Standing right in the elevator, head crooked so he could actually fit in there. I must have nearly wet myself because my boss looked at me with the strangest face and asked if I was alright. I opted to take the stairs, obviously. And lucky me he was there when I opened the door. I didn't want to stick around so I turned and ran. I called my boss from the car, feigning illness. She said she wasn't surprised after the look on my face and told me to get some rest. So I made a vague attempt to enjoy daytime television. Not an easy thing to do.

At least Guardian has been quiet. Whether he's been disposed of, or is just biding his time I don't know. I'm worried about just how long my normal semi-quiet life can last. So far it's been a bumpy, but workable life. I like it, but I know all of us stalked are living on borrowed time.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Alive, Perhaps Not Well

Just dropping a line to let you know I'm not dead. Though now that I think about it, I'm a bit terrified that I haven't been driven to blog as I have before. It's not quite normal. Yeah, I'm definitely scared now, this isn't good news. I haven't been out much with my friends either, though I asked them to come over once in a while. And work has been alright. I finally snapped a bit at the chatty lady though, so that helped immensely.

Elaine, not sure if you read my blog at all, but what you're doing with Hope is amazing. You're taking every safeguard you can find, which is exactly what you should be doing, but I still ask you to be careful. There are so many lives at stake there now. Of course now I sound like an asshat for telling you what you already know. I guess I just worry. MrStumblr would be proud though, of that I'm certain.

The mail truck is here. Time to go gather my bills.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

A bit on edge

Alright people, I do check where my traffic comes from on my blog. There's not too much, so it's easy to find things that stand out. And a youtube account definitely does. (S)he calls Him/herself Lexi's Guardian. I'm NOT amused. Frankly I'm terrified. Anyone who knows anything let me know.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Late Lunch

I'm on a break from work. There's this little cafe just down the block I love going to for lunch and they happen to have WiFi. I woke up and e phone had been turned on. There was a message from Guardian. "This is where tragedy begins." I didn't have time to think anything of it, I just wanted to shut off the constant buzzing, but I'd overslept and just now had a chance to think about it.

So far this person hasn't steered me wrong, but I wonder what they could possibly know that I don't. Besides, tragedy began a long time ago. We'll see, I guess. My sandwich is done now and I need to head back to work. So far things have been peaceful. The third story thing seems to have helped.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Here We Go Again

I'm home and thanking every deity known to man I didn't see a cop on the way. We were dancing and there was a guy. He was... oooh. He took my mind off the recent past and kept it very well focused on the moment. Moving on, our favorite freakshow was there. He started in the corner and I tried to ignore him, but whenever I took my eyes off him he got closer and closer.

So I flew home. I just got in my car and drove. I know my locks won't stop him, but here's to testing the third floor theory. Oh, and I hear the kettle. Time to go brew my tea. I think I'm going to add a shot of liqueur to it. I could use it tonight.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Another Trip

We're headed to Mankato tonight. Another night out on the town. They're trying to get me to party and lighten my mood. It's a little much really. But it's fun, to a point. And I'm ditching the high heels tonight. I don't feel like dealing with the pain in the morning.

I'd better run or I'm going to be late. Oh! I need to feed Squinkey before I leave. She'd probably appreciate that.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Job Well Done

Alright, this isn't so bad. It's mostly just typing things up and filing them away. There's a guy at the desk next to me who works like a machine though. Creeps me out. I don't think he ever smiles. The lady on my other side keeps talking too. She's either mumbling to herself or singing or something. She's not a bad singer, but the constant noise is a bit much.

I'm going to make a quick supper and head to bed early. I'm tired tonight.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Day One

New job today. I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to it or not. I don't mind meeting new people, but I don't know what to do if something goes south. The mace is coming with me. The phone is too, but it's staying off. Don't need anyone tracking it.

I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting. It's perfectly possible to live a normal life with a paranormal stalker.

It is, right?

Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Temp From Chiswick

Alright, I found a job, this is good. It's through the temp agency, but still, it's a job. My girlfriends are dragging me to a little bar in Dassel later. We have some friends in a band playing there tonight. They're not always great, but they are always fun. I could use some of that right now.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Movie Night

MrStumblr and I always watched movies on Wednesday nights. I miss that. A lot. But I've got my apartment all straightened out, furniture in place and everything, so I've got friends coming over. I'm marinading chicken for supper. We're going to do something casual, just a movie night and supper in the living room.

I need to get out more anyway. Or at least socialize. I've been sitting in and moping too much.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

A Hunting We Will Go

Finding a job is much harder than people make it out to be. Nobody wants to hire right now. I'm almost thinking I should try temp work or something. I don't really need to work, but what else am I going to do? Sit around? Fat chance.

You know what? I'm going to a temp agency tomorrow. I don't mind office work and it'll keep these idle hands from being the Devil's playthings.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Retail Therapy

I shouldn't have given away the location of my new home. Minneapolis is huge, but still. I was downtown enjoying the morning and looking for a job (and maybe a new outfit) when I saw her. MrStumblr's psycho therapist. So I turned and ran. Stupid mistake number two. Running attracts attention. She followed.

I was almost to my car when she caught me. I landed face first on the concrete and she pulled a knife out. This is broad daylight in the middle of a busy street and she's pulling out weapons. So much for her being intelligent. Either she wasn't ever that smart or she degraded. Maybe both. Lucky for me, a bystander had one of those personal taser things. They got her dead center in the back and she just fell on top of me. So of course I pushed her off of me and climbed in my car.

And here's where things go further south. My phone was no longer in my pocket, meaning I couldn't call 911. It fell out and onto the concrete when I landed. Then her knife hit the screen when she fell. It's completely ruined. Someone else already called the police though and they arrived soon enough. She's supposedly in custody, we'll see how long that lasts. I gave a statement down at the hospital while they patched up my now broken nose.

I wish it ended here, but it doesn't. When I finally got home, there was a message on the phone. Guardian left it, of course. "Keep this phone with you. You need more help than you realize." I suppose I might as well. I hardly use my cellphone anyway and my contract's up. I'll call and cancel my service in a bit. All the same, I'm keeping the GPS services off on this phone for safety reasons.

So a question to anyone reading. Do you know how to get blood out of a blouse or car upholstery? Broken noses bleed a lot.

Oh, and my new locks are staying locked, just in case.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

A Place To Call My Own

I'm in Minneapolis now. I found a nice apartment on the forth floor. It's been said that being higher makes him stay away. Which is true of airplanes. But I want to test the theory with an apartment building. A bunch of new furniture is being delivered tomorrow. It's the last of my savings, which I guess I won't really need anymore. All I have right now is various home stuff, like kitchen supplies and the like, and my bed.

Internet, phone, and TV all got hooked up today too, which is nice. I don't have to mooch like I did this morning. For some reason everyone thought I needed plants. I've got a couple small pine trees and a ficus plus a couple ferns. I'm thinking of turning the second bedroom into a sort of green house. There's a couple huge windows in there that would be perfect.

But the best part of this building? They allow pets. That's right folks, MrStumblr's blind cat is staying with me. Squinkey's exploring the place right now. She keeps bumping into things, but that'll get better soon.

I'd better head to bed though. The furniture people are supposed to be here around 10 in the morning.

Oh, and still no headway on who sent the package. For now I think I'll wait and see what happens on that front. Maybe they'll get mad that I'm leaving the phone home during the day or something.

Saturday, September 3, 2011


I'm beginning to wonder if some of my blogging isn't because of Slender Man. I can't sleep tonight, I'm too wound up over that package. I made sure to change the ring tone so it wouldn't freak me out. Something sort of soothing. Of course, when it actually rings, I doubt with great severity that I'll actually be calm.

Back on track though, I'm wide awake, so what do I do? I grab my laptop and hop on my blog. I felt a change of theme was necessary. I put up the rose background because MrStumblr always brought me flowers on our dates. Every time he had a bouquet in hand. But the wine glass feels better for some reason.

Tomorrow I'm going to lease a proper apartment of my own and look for a job. Globe trotting got me nowhere, so I may as well make a vague attempt to live a normal life. For now though, there's a box of wine in the fridge with my name on it. No, literally. If I didn't write my name on it, my amazing friend would have claimed it as hers long ago and left none for me. But I need a glass and some music. Hopefully that'll help me sleep.

Friday, September 2, 2011

A Parcel

Sorry I haven't said much lately. I'm a bit reclusive right now, I'm sure you can understand why. That being said, I'm staying with a friend for now. We're selling the house, nobody has a use for it. Pretty much everything in it's being sold too. He had another copy of his will, a legal one, in that stack of papers he mentioned. It's going to take some time, but all of the legal crap is being worked out.

That being said, I received a package today. It was sent to my friend's apartment, not the house, but addressed to me. The box itself was a fair size, like what a DVD player would ship in, so it surprised me when I opened it and didn't find much. There were three other, much smaller packages and a bunch of packing peanuts. Each one had an item and a note.

The first was a can of mace in one of those bubble wrap lined envelopes. The note read "For protection, because it's not only Him after you."
The second was a key in a standard letter envelope, it's note said "For emergency use only. Keep it with you."
And the third was a cell phone, new in it's box and complete with a charger and battery. "I'll contact you later. Also for use in emergencies."

There doesn't seem to be anything special about any of these. The mace is just a small aerosol spray can, the key looks like an old house key, and the phone is a brand new Verizon flip phone. Cheap, but it gets good signal. There's one contact in the phone book and it's a local number. Guardian, he calls himself. Or herself, the handwriting is very neat. They sent a text message to the phone too. "Call if you need anything."

I'm a little freaked out here. First off, someone knows where I'm staying. Someone that really shouldn't know. Someone I don't want knowing. Secondly, from what he or she says, others with less than amiable ambitions know too. Third, and this is a bit of comfort, at least someone wants me alive. For the time being anyway.

I don't know their reasons, but alive is good.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Life, The Universe, and Everything

The police investigation is all but over, go figure. They found nothing because there is nothing to find. The funeral's tomorrow afternoon. Elaine, neither I nor MrStumblr meant to make you feel ad with those flowers. He just felt guilty about upsetting you with his situation.
I'm going to go take a shower now. I've been staying with friends and I haven't taken good care of myself. That needs to change.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


Again, I'm only putting up a short post so people know I'm alive. We've been doing the tourist thing all over the world still. After Bejing we hopped to Indonesia for a day and then to Sydney. We've been picking up necessities as needed on our travels, including new suitcases. It's nice, actually, having nice things. My grandma gave me the suitcase I have sitting at home. She doesn't travel much so when I took my senior trip to New York in high school I took second hand luggage along. Which was fine, I loved that she wanted to help me. But new is nice.

We're making a special stop next. Won't say where again. And MrStumblr is going through withdrawal from not posting, but he's adamant that if he does it won't be pretty. That's why I'm letting you people know what's going on. See you all later.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Not a vacation

As MrStumblr noted, we're on the move. We saw some events that terrified us. First his car at supper, then the same message spray painted on his house. Finally he went to one of his therapy sessions and found a file with my name on it. She got called out for something and he looked through it. It's a stalker's file. There's all sorts of photos of me. And a CD. The disc is the important part. He uploaded it's contents to one of those file sharing sites so he could look at it later. It's all surveylence footage of my old apartment. And she was there. Just like Masky came in the night in Marble Hornets, so she came in the night for me. There are several times it shows me vanishing from bed and I walk in and head back to bed later.

Finally we saw Him again. He was already in the house when we got home from grocery shopping. And so we ran. Hopped a plane to New York City, where we got a new wardrobe and stayed low for a couple days. We're mooching off of airport WiFi now. And no, I won't say where we're going next. I don't want to meet anyone unpleasant.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Rotational Air Circulation Device

So we worked things out. Mostly. I still don't know what to think of what he's done, but he's still the guy who charmed his way into my life. The least I could do is let him take me to dinner again. And it went well. We laughed, we drank a bit, we had a good time. And now I sit on my bed, knowing full well that I'm dead tired and need sleep. James is asleep (at least I think he is). But I think he'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow morning. It was, slightly exciting, but mostly terrifying.

Sorry I'm so scatterbrained tonight. I think I had a bit much to drink. I just hope I can sleep it off. Hell, I just hope I can sleep.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A map for my mind

I need to write this out, think it through. This is almost too much. I'll start from the beginning.

I found the Slender Man a few month ago, and first saw him shortly after. And then I started blogging. I did what I could to keep him out of my writing, but that didn't last too long. And James, sorry, MrStumblr, well he sorta pushed that to the front of my thoughts. So you can bet I'd be shitting bricks when I found out he could see him too. That night we ran. My kitchen was connected to the garage so we hit the button and we took off in my car before the door finished opening. He was furious, tentacles everywhere. And stupidly, I took off for the countryside, towards my favorite lake. There are no trees anywhere near it, but the fastest route runs through a small county park. That park is nothing but trails and trees. Bad move. He was there, at every turn, every rut in the road. MrStumblr helped a lot, keeping me in a condition to drive and making sure we didn't hit anything.

Worst half hour of my life. He put us in a loop. It's normally a 10 minute drive, but it took until trip number three for us to realize what had happened. I saw a rut I'd left there previously and realized I was letting the fear control us. After that, we slowly talked our way back to calm and escaped. Not before he smashed in a few windows, but we escaped unharmed. Another few minutes and we were at the lake. I just parked the car and we sat there. Terrified for our lives until sunrise.

And then I moved in and we talked. I told him I was stalked and he told me that he wasn't human in the same way I was. It's a bit of a leap to realize your boyfriend was at one point the equivalent of a proxy. It's quite another to notice that he has been anything but proxyish since you met him. I don't think the Slender Man's controlling him at all. Or at least not in the same way the rest of his minions are. I think I can trust MrStumblr. I should go talk to him. Now that I've got this all worked out, I need to see where we stand.


Sorry for the absence folks. I've been packing, with James' help. I'm moving in. His roomie moved out a while ago so he's got a spare bedroom for me. He said we'd talk rent when I found another job, which I can work with. I think he's got a trust fund or something. He's got some great photos of a recent trip to Ireland and I find myself questioning how it's possible. None of my business though.

All I have left is a few odds and ends (cable modem and router and other such bits). Oh wow, and he just pulled up with a small moving van and pizza.

Friday, July 29, 2011


So I guess this is it. My last day at work. I think we're all taking off at noon. I mean, what are they going to do, fire us? I'm looking for work, but it seems like everybody else is too. It's hard to even find a place that's actively hiring. Most will just take an application and file it away. I don't even have a roommate to help pay for some of the expenses.

I kinda want to go curl up with the tub of ice cream in the freezer and watch a good movie, but then I wouldn't have any later when I needed some. I suppose I should go pack up my stuff and say goodbye. That's really all I have left to do.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Slender Man

I tried not to mention him. I wanted to keep you all out of this. And now James saw him too. I know he did. He's stalked too. This is terrible news.

Let me back up. We were watching Princess Bride and James' arm fell asleep, so we paused the movie and he took advantage of it to run to the bathroom. I started making more popcorn (we'd lost a lot of it trying to throw it in each other's mouth) and Squinkey walked in. Why he bought a cat I'll never know but she's the cutest darn thing. And she's great to curl up with on the couch, just like her owner. But turning on the popcorn machine scared her out of the kitchen and then she froze in the living room. Just stood there and started hissing towards the window.

And that's when I looked at what she was doing. And he was in the window. So I ran to close the blinds and get the cat. James came out of the bathroom before I could finish. He saw him and I can't decide if he wanted to murder someone or pass out. Probably both.

So here we are. Now I'm just totally screwed. I don't know how to bring it up to him, but I know I need to. I guess I'll go see him tomorrow. Best to get this out of the way as soon as possible.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Pink Slips

I wish I was talking shoes. I could use a pair of them right now. Actually, I was going to buy some. They were on sale when we had our spa day. Now I guess I'm glad they didn't have my size. Most of my department got the axe. We're being replaced with a few computers and the nerds who sit at them. I don't even know what to do. James is on his way over. I think he's bringing pizza or something. I work till the end of the week. Or until I find a new job. Whichever comes first.

I think there was something in the church bulletin this week about the school needing kitchen help. I should check into that. I can do cooking. Maybe.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Comfortable Couch

I can't decide if James' couch felt good because it's good, or because he was there. Honestly? I think because he was there. He's a great cook too. I don't know what he did to that chicken, but it must have lived a cushy life to have been that excellent. But I brought over Casablanca in all it's 1942 glory. Either he's a great actor, or he liked it. Or he put up with it for me. I hope he actually liked it.

I've got to get to bed though, early morning meeting. Thanks, random readers!

Also, sorry I don't post much about life other than James and work. Blogging is growing on me though.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Spa Day

Some friends and I are taking the day off. Not because we're hungover or anything, but because we decided we needed a day to ourselves. That, to us, means a few hours at the spa before some shopping therapy. Minneapolis, look out!

PS, sorry it's a short post, but I'm still getting the hang of this and don't have much to say!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I forgot I had this blog thingy

James was so sweet at the theater. We went to the movie, some romantic comedy I barely paid attention to, and we talked through the whole thing. We had the whole theater to ourselves and as it turns out, his shoulder is the ultimate pillow in a theater. We just sat and sorta kinda watched the movie, making funny comments about the whole thing. We'd skipped popcorn, figuring it wasn't worth the price, but oh man did I regret it when the movie was done. So what did we do? The same thing any self respecting twenty somethings would do! We went to Perkins.  Mammoth muffins at 3 AM are the best, by the way.

I'm still not sure if anyone's reading this (I'm guessing not, but I don't feel like trying to figure out the statistics) and really I don't care if they are or not. I like writing all this down. Oh, if you are reading this, I'm sorry, thanks for listening to me ramble. And don't be afraid to comment! I don't bite. Much.

I should probably go now. I've got another half hour before I'm done with my presentation for work tomorrow. Oh, and I love my job. Not just because I work with awesome people, but because I feel like I'm doing some good and we make our own hours. As long as the work gets done and we show up for the occasional meeting, it's crazy informal. I'm usually only there a few hours a day because that's all the longer it takes. Then I route the calls to my cell when I'm not there (voicemail kicks in automatically at 6 so I don't have to deal with that crap). When I am there, it's not like I have to dress up or anything. I usually do, just not too fancy. But when I need to, I can show up in sweat pants and a t-shirt with no consequences. I know, dream job, right? But don't get me wrong, if I do need to show up every day for at least a little while and I need to be serious and get work done or I don't get my salary. But as long as there's no problems that arrise from the informality, my boss is a good friend.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Second Date

Movie date tonight! I'm really not used to this blogging thing. If I want to even try to make it work, I'll have to post more often. Anyway, we're headed to a midnight show tonight. Never been to one of these, should be fun. Ah! James is here! And I see roses! Goodbye to whoever might be reading this, movie time!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Testing the Waters

So I had a date tonight that's really into this whole blogging thing. I don't know what he gets out of it, but I guess I'll give it a whirl. Maybe some of James' enjoyment of it will rub off on me.

But moving on. My date, James, took me to Olive Garden. He was smart and funny, and tried a little too hard. It's cute. We're thinking about a midnight showing of a movie next thursday. Would you believe he's never been to a movie that late? It should be fun!