Here’s a good one for you. On Tom’s way home yesterday he returned with a box of Double Stuff Oreo cookies after picking up the mail. I asked where they came from and he said a letter had come in the mail saying that I had complained about not getting a coupon for these cookies in some kind of sign-up club online, and even though I didn’t qualify for the cookies for signing up for that particular club, there was a coupon anyway.

But I didn’t complain. I swear. Double Stuff Oreos aren’t worth complaining about. The original, maybe. Brownies, more likely. Lobster, you bet. But Double Stuff Oreos?

So let me get this straight – if I complain about whatever, I get nothing. If people imagine that I’ve complained, I get cookies? Not bad. Not bad at all.

I got a few amazingly intelligent questions on Formspring after resetting it to allow anonymous questions. One asked what country scared me the most and another asked what planet interested me most since I have an interest in space. Then someone else asked me if I was into porn. What was interesting about the country and space questions was the writing style. It was similar to the ones harassing me. They were well-written and well-spelled, and some nouns were capped as they are in the German language. Also, they couldn’t know I’m into space stuff without reading one of my journals/blogs. I don’t recall ever tweeting about space, and Formspring is a Twitter application. I doubt there’s a connection, though. Would the same person really go from asking if I realize I look fat in my photos to what planet interests me most?

Now that I’ve written in my journal that people can once again question me anonymously, it will be interesting to see if those unreasonable and stupid questions return and what new material they would like to supply me with. Of course that could be the whole idea; to get a place in my journal.

Anyway, we went out to Payless today in the dry and gorgeous nearly 90-degree heat, but it was a wasted trip. The selection was limited and they didn’t have what I wanted.

But then when we came home and I jumped online to look for a pair there, I found the perfect pair of 5” wedge sandals for $27 + free shipping right off the bat! Got them on eBay.

Woke up to questions from Marie which she’s asked a million times before, LOL. But I guess Marie just wouldn’t be being Marie if she wasn’t constantly saying and asking the same things.

Met an amazingly level-headed woman on one of the journal sites for being just 26 – well, for any age, but especially 26 – named Shanara. Her name is very unique and pretty. I might steal it for a future story but don’t worry, I won’t have her killed off (we were talking about how some things we’ve written about “coincidentally” happened afterward)!

Later…

I’m on “detective duty” now. I’m continuing to get a surprising amount of questions, mostly reasonable. But this one person first asked if I knew anyone that ever had sex with a dog. I said yes, but that I promised never to say who it was (it was Andy). Then they asked what type of sex my friend had with the dog. Well, how do they know it was a friend? And could this be Andy?

Anyway, whoever my stalker is is a night person, so it will be interesting to see if they read my journal and ask me some more intelligent questions as the night wears on. If I never hear from them again I’m going to be more convinced it was Maliheh harassing me. My MyOpera journal never got a hit from Tammy’s location, so I’d say she hasn’t been reading my journal lately and that she and her brood aren’t behind it. It could still be his family, Donna, Andy, or a Valleyhead staffer, but I’ll probably never know for sure.