“I am glad you are keeping your eyes open. I just think you’ve had enough batshit crazy women in your life, and something really strikes me as odd about her. Single White Female odd, you know? Just keep your purty eyes open!”

This is the latest from my “guardian angel,” as I’ll dub her, though I don’t even know that it is a “her.” My gut feeling says it is.

Now, reading between the lines, how does she know Marie’s white? Well, I did mention she’s Italian. And what makes her think my eyes are “purty?” She could’ve seen pics of me.

Another thing that stands out about the person is their writing. Most people write poorly, but this one seems to write very well. No typos, no bad grammar, no bad punctuation.

I learned that AOL’s hub is in Woonsocket, RI, just like Gmail has a hub in Mountain View, CA. So this could be anyone, anywhere. Still not sure if they really don’t know me or not, but I’d say they’ve read my journal pretty extensively either way. How else would they know I’ve had enough “batshit crazy” women in my life?

If it’s someone who knows me but doesn’t want to say so for fear of being identified in my journal, my first guess would be someone from VH. I wondered if it was Melanie and if she could be jealous perhaps and feel that this would be a good way to scare me off since Marie started posting her journal to Facebook, and she could’ve checked out her “friends.” But I doubt she’d go about it this way if it were a lover or a family member of Marie’s. I also wondered about Eileen, who happens to write very well herself, but I doubt it. She doesn’t strike me as the type to say “batshit.” And of course, Paul and Dorian would probably tell me things directly.

Ah, I love a good mystery. But the curiosity is killing me. Do I or don’t I know this person? Do they or don’t they know Marie?

Just decided to try running her email through a different search site and damn I’m good! She’s got an LJ journal that she made 8 entries in back in 2001, and is also gay. Her name is Diane and she’s in Alamo, NY. Her birthday is 4/29, but I don’t know how old she is. For now, I’ll keep what I’ve learned to myself. No need to spook her out with all this info if she’s just an innocent observer looking out for me.

I’m not just good, I’m really damn good! I found Jan, too. Not her or her store, but at yet another search site, it lists possible relatives of the person you’re looking for. She appears to be married to a guy named James that’s also her age and has two daughters and a son between the ages of 23-31. The daughters are Betsy Lynn and Brianne Michelle, and the son is Bradley Steven. The reason I think they truly are related is that Lynn is Jan’s middle name and Steven is James’ middle name.

I found her kids on Facebook and sent the daughters messages with my email addy for Jan to contact me at. I said I used to know her when she owned her store and couldn’t remember her online store addy.

Tom’s ear is better, but it’s not. The poor guy can only sleep 4 hours at a time (God, I hate that evil number!) and my sleep isn’t perfect either. I woke up to cooking smells today but went back to sleep an hour later. Tom promised not to cook smelly things while I sleep, saying he could have sandwiches instead. That’s awfully sweet of him, but I don’t want him to deprive himself just cuz every single fucking thing in the world wakes me up. If someone sneezes in Australia, I’ll wake up!

Tom fixed my chair for me earlier. It kept floating up so high my toes barely touched the floor as short as I am, LOL.

I’m about to make a $50 Sephora order with my Turk money. I’ll be getting a lip stain, some perfume and a few other odds and ends. My favorite was always Yves Rocher, but they stopped selling my favorite perfumes, proving that once again, all good things come to an end.

Paul is having surgery at what will be 1am my time. Hope it goes well!

Marie wasn’t too thrilled with the grade she got in her writing class, but I encouraged her to do better next time around, and I think she will. Kick ass, hot stuff!

Today was the sunniest day in about two weeks, but we’re on for more rain soon enough. I feel like this winter is never going to end!