They say the first step in solving a problem is admitting you have one. However, I'm starting to think that this a gross mistruth fed to addicts in order to convince them to go into rehab. I have a problem (yes just one....) and I'm pretty well aware of my problem, in fact I share my problem with a friend... she also knows she has the same problem, and yet neither of us seems remotely concerned with the problem, despite its increasing hold on our lives.
Basically we've become stalkers. Not in a John Hinckley I'm-going-to-shoot-a-president-for-you kind of a way... more in a we-stalk-your-blog-and-potentially-have-regular-conversations-about-your-daily-movements kind of way. Is this OK? Are you scared? (you shouldn't be... I'm harmless, really, I am)
In fact, via another website, not the aforementioned blog, we discovered the object of our interest is bound for the shores of a distant land. Despite our best efforts (we'd give the Cheka a run for their money) we are yet to discover where this kid is heading... one can only hope he keeps his blog going so we can jointly commiserate in his absence from our lives. University will cease to be the same...
On another note, I have one exam left (go me!) and it is my last dreaded engineering paper ever. Circa this time tomorrow here's hoping I will be making friends with the inner city drains as I roll myself home, incapable of walking whilst belting out a thoroughly gurgled version of Bennie and the Jets... B-b-b-b Bennie and the Jets
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You know those 'These ARE NOT!! pants' messages they now place in every single pair of American Apparel tights, in order to try and get SOME semblance of control over this hideous epidemic, well, 'your friend' and you need the stalkers equivalent. 'He IS NOT! your pseudo-boyfriend' message on his blog? A mental note, perhaps, that is so advanced even for the brain that immediately counter blocks all creepy stalker-ish thoughts.
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