tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70344375191183151832024-02-08T11:19:55.952-06:00Wine and RosesAlexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-13884734184435839502012-01-17T03:37:00.000-06:002012-01-17T03:37:15.742-06:00Hide And SeekGuardian, get the fuck out of my state. I'm staying in Minnesota and I want you out.<br />
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I've finally made a home away from all of your madness, away from my past. It took me a month to find this place and you won't ruin it.<br />
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Sorry I haven't posted much guys, I've been busy with this. I'll talk more later.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-66324511925508142582011-12-16T12:51:00.001-06:002011-12-16T12:51:23.685-06:00AliveDon'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.Guardianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06211686260227914644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-22605387914251599662011-12-06T15:43:00.001-06:002011-12-06T15:53:26.830-06:00AnswersLexi, I've finally got a bit of time to explain things to you.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I would have more to say on this subject, but fortunately, Lexi keeps to herself. Now I have work to do, goodbye.Guardianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06211686260227914644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-36480611594323524522011-11-30T12:48:00.000-06:002011-11-30T12:48:00.075-06:00Resolution<br />
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.<br />
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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)<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Well crap, the wine's gone. Moving onto the brandy. Yeah, this is much better.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-86512840393473178242011-11-27T12:45:00.000-06:002011-11-27T12:45:00.446-06:00UpdateJust 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-59663656722897759472011-11-24T02:40:00.001-06:002011-11-24T02:40:20.998-06:00Filler For Lost TimeGuardian, 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.<br />
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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?<br />
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You know what? I have other points to make, but I want to know the full story first.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-39004523743013762442011-11-23T23:02:00.000-06:002011-11-23T23:02:00.260-06:00More Messages<div>
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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."<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.</div>Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-26448224676197050672011-11-21T01:12:00.001-06:002011-11-21T01:30:42.026-06:00In which my judgement lapsesI 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-46889262677803612742011-11-11T11:34:00.001-06:002011-11-11T11:38:52.934-06:00Getting OutNo, I'm not leaving hope. I'm getting some air. I've been cooped up in here, staring at books or my laptop for <i>far</i> 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.<br />
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Oh, and if Squinkey starts meowing for attention, would someone please check on her? She should be fine though.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-39236982411209573772011-11-07T14:08:00.000-06:002011-11-07T14:08:46.403-06:00Guardian<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-39450781717209650812011-11-03T21:33:00.000-05:002011-11-03T21:33:00.786-05:00HopeI'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.<div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-58374510131547400372011-10-26T18:00:00.000-05:002011-10-26T18:00:00.655-05:00More Mail<div>
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.<br />
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"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.<br />
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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.</div>Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-30184392234013582482011-10-24T12:50:00.000-05:002011-10-24T12:50:00.214-05:00Sick LeaveHorribly 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.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-81321191329355163162011-10-18T10:01:00.004-05:002011-10-18T10:01:49.466-05:00Alive, Perhaps Not WellJust 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.<div>
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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.</div>
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The mail truck is here. Time to go gather my bills.</div>Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-48372536818461262782011-10-06T23:58:00.002-05:002011-10-06T23:58:40.467-05:00A bit on edgeAlright 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 <a href="http://youtube.com/user/lexisguardian">Lexi's Guardian</a>. I'm NOT amused. Frankly I'm terrified. Anyone who knows anything let me know.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-87604470448112714432011-09-28T13:37:00.001-05:002011-09-28T13:37:43.830-05:00Late LunchI'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.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-284210431190819992011-09-25T04:19:00.000-05:002011-09-25T04:19:00.062-05:00Here We Go AgainI'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.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-67669117230586468542011-09-24T19:13:00.000-05:002011-09-24T19:13:00.882-05:00Another TripWe'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.<br />
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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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-43118844883694397452011-09-20T18:09:00.000-05:002011-09-20T18:09:01.031-05:00Job Well DoneAlright, 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.<br />
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I'm going to make a quick supper and head to bed early. I'm tired tonight.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-55014320086020044032011-09-19T07:06:00.000-05:002011-09-19T07:06:00.063-05:00Day OneNew 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.<br />
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I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting. It's perfectly possible to live a normal life with a paranormal stalker.<br />
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It is, right?Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-42102724155138124952011-09-17T17:52:00.000-05:002011-09-17T17:52:00.123-05:00A Temp From ChiswickAlright, 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.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-2531980055402013262011-09-14T14:58:00.000-05:002011-09-14T14:58:00.445-05:00Movie NightMrStumblr 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.<br />
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I need to get out more anyway. Or at least socialize. I've been sitting in and moping too much.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-37513478060214037822011-09-11T12:49:00.000-05:002011-09-11T12:49:00.234-05:00A Hunting We Will GoFinding 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.<div>
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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.</div>
Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-63765131040302965202011-09-08T14:30:00.000-05:002011-09-08T12:30:51.637-05:00Retail TherapyI 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Oh, and my new locks are staying locked, just in case.Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034437519118315183.post-14564130383118632152011-09-07T01:48:00.000-05:002011-09-07T01:48:46.566-05:00A Place To Call My OwnI'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.<div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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I'd better head to bed though. The furniture people are supposed to be here around 10 in the morning.</div>
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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.</div>Alexiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141946907288763696noreply@blogger.com2