I was working on the ’95 file. I’m at the part where Robin enters the picture. To this day I wonder if her entity was real or just a figment of my imagination. Guess I’ll never know.

I’ve downloaded about a dozen or so pictures of Shelley. There are not a whole lot of pictures to choose from since there are not that many. She wasn’t that popular. She also looks kind of shitty in some of the pictures I found. I like her with her hair shoulder-length, which is the longest I could find. She has it shorter in some, though, and it’s like – yuck.

She’s been a wonderful Teddy Bear diversion, though I do still think of her. Guess I got my wish in the end when I wished to have my next crush be on someone I never met so they could never get the chance to lead me on and hurt me the way Teddy Bear did. (not that Shelley Hack ever struck me as someone who may be gay) Yes, I do have a crush on the Shelly of 1979. Today, at 50 years old, I doubt she’s looking nearly as good.

We hope someday to have a DVD player. They’ve gotten to be pretty cheap so it’ll be one of those spontaneous buys we make when there’s a good sale going on somewhere. This way, I can record Charlie’s Angels and edit out the parts I don’t want just like with songs.

I didn’t fall asleep yesterday till after noon. I would’ve fallen asleep earlier if the freeloaders hadn’t gone and stressed me out so much and kept me up. I swear it’s just like in Phoenix! Only they’re stressing me out in different ways. Instead of stressing over their music, it’s their siccing Scot on me that stresses me out. It’s hard to fall asleep when you know very well you could be rudely awakened in just a few hours. And all for something you didn’t do, and for something that if you had done, you know you shouldn’t be losing any sleep over, let alone freedom. I feel like this has been going on for decades and that I’m decades away from it ever ending!

I was watching a movie that’s based on a true story. If anything I saw was true, this woman became obsessed with this married doctor in Chicago. It was said that they never actually had an affair, though. Anyway, she sent all kinds of letters and made all kinds of phone calls to this guy. Even broke into the apartment he had in the city once. The guy didn’t call the pigs, though, cuz he figured a half-naked female in his apartment would be rather hard to explain.

So the woman gets charged with – get this – criminal harassment. So, if there’s a non-white involved, they call it stalking, but if everyone’s the same color, it’s just a little harassment.

Right before the trial is to begin, she goes and has tea with the DA’s wife and calls the judge, letting him know that he’s mean to women and all that. She talks to imaginary friends, smiles flirtatiously at the doctor during the trial, and does all kinds of sick, obsessive things. It made me realize that I’m not all that obsessive after all. At least Teddy Bear’s and my liking for each other was mutual, and I’d know better if it weren’t. Also, as soon as I see that I’m not wanted, I fuck right off. Guess Teddy Bear’s lucky I’m not like that woman! I’m just going to see if Mary can get me some answers if she returns and that’s that. We simply weren’t meant to be. At least not in this life.