Merry Christmas, even though it’s almost over, to those of you who celebrate it. 

I’ve got nothing to say at the moment that I should really be saying in public. Then again, I suppose one of them could be mentioned since the trolls don’t know about the blogs that are public or members only, and the ones they do know about will remain private for a year or more. Hopefully, they won’t find the ones that aren’t totally private, and hopefully, no mutual friends that know about them will share them with them. I’ll drop them like a hot potato forever if they do, or at least until they can get their fondness for crazy, lying, delusional friends and unhealthy friendships out of their system. 

I begged a mutual friend to please, please not feed this nut any info as to what I’m up to with going as underground as I reasonably and comfortably can. It would not only make it all for nothing but wouldn’t be helping to curb their obsession. The best way to deal with that obsession is by not feeding it, and the less they see/hear of me, the better. If after a whole year of being out of sight and out of sound, they start peeking at my blogs again (if I make them public), then I’m probably stuck with them for life unless drastic measures are taken. Exactly what drastic measures, I’m not sure. Hoping they get run over by a car? Well, they’re at least sick right now, thanks to me. Not going to get into the psychic mood influencing thing all over again, but like it or not, believe it or not, people seem to have a great knack for getting sick after pissing me off, whether I want them to or not. But it is because they’ve been both sick and busy that they haven’t peeked in on me. 

Because I went private on the blogs they know about, I may not know it when they make their next attempt to check me out. Then again, I may because my LiveJournal profile page can’t be set to private, and even with the block, they could still access the page a few seconds before the block is triggered and they get redirected to Sex Toyland. 

I just hope our mutual friend keeps her word. I realized that if she could be telling me info about them, she could do the same about me. She’s broken my trust twice already, as she knows, though I suppose it isn’t important what other people say. The point is to get them to stop coming to my pages, not stop them from thinking, talking and writing about me. 

I just have to be careful what I tell some people, just like I have to be careful what friends of mine with public Facebook profiles I comment on. The trolls have been known to fixate on someone who goes private, then remembering who their friends are with public accounts, they go to their pages to see what the object of their obsession is up to. Again, and as I told someone who asked me, my interactions with friends and family are no one’s business. 

Later… 

Tom said it was quiet today. He worked in the workshop most of the day and said all he saw was that little girl riding her bike with granny. That doesn’t surprise me. I don’t think that’s the same kid I heard yesterday, though. I think there was a kid visiting the house across the street. I heard it again when they left last night. 

Sometimes I wonder if Andy not only likes to rank on those who are different or that he doesn’t understand, but if he actually likes to insult as well. He’s made fun of my financial situation right before we started talking again. He’s made fun of my driving phobia. And lately, he seems to enjoy rubbing blacks in my face, which he knows I can’t stand. He posted a crying black when he was going off on his tangent about how “sad” he is for Tom and me not having in-person friends, and last night he posted some black rappers and said, “You'll hate this pic but don't you love these autumn colors in the background?” 

As I told him, he should know the answer to that by now. I’ve mentioned enough times preferring neons and pastels to darks and neutrals. 

Is Andy sure he considers himself my friend? I wonder this at times.