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.

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.

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.

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.