Someone asked what I do for work. Then jokingly added, “in the real world.” 

Well, in the real world, I started off with housekeeping and babysitting. Then shifted to singing and dancing. Then ended up entering contests/sweepstakes, and right now I’m mostly an artificial intelligence worker. I say “mostly” because I do a few other things, but I’m not at liberty to discuss that in public.

I was also asked about my anonymous “interviewer.” I was sure it was one of my sisters-in-law in Arizona, but Tom insists I’m wrong. I’ve gotten all kinds of suggestions from Valleyhead staffers to Jenny, someone I was once friends with back east. Even Joely’s cop friend was suggested. Well, until I find out who they are, I’d really like it if they would send me a private message on any of the social sites or blog sites I use so we can discuss what’s bothering them in private. As I said on Formspring, I will keep their identity confidential if they could muster up the guts to confront me head-on and stop hiding in the shadows. They obviously feel I have betrayed them somehow. I am a very open-minded individual and very willing to hear whatever it is they may have to say if they’d simply reach out and contact me. I don’t understand what they’re afraid of. They’ve got my word in print that I won’t mention their name. If you are connected to the family in some way, I won’t even mention you to Tom, if that’s a concern of yours. Who you are doesn’t matter. What you’re feeling matters, and it seems to me you’re awfully angry. So let’s talk. :) I’m a good listener.

I will be available to pick up messages tomorrow around noon PT.

Later…

Maliheh, Andy, Marla, Donna, someone connected to Valleyhead, cousins, other family, corrupt cops, ex-perps - whoever you are - I’m not running. And that’s obviously what you’re trying to get me to do is shut down my blogs and then go run and hide.

And you’re obviously not going to have the guts to expose yourself and since you’re pathetic “questions” quickly got boring, I can no longer be asked questions anonymously on Formspring. What a bummer, huh?

But to answer your last round of dumb-ass questions, you cowardly wimp who’s obviously terrified I’ll come and kick your ass if I know who you are, yes, I realize I look fat in my photos, as you asked. I’m just your all-American fatty, and you know what? I’m gonna stay that way! Why? Because I love to eat, that’s why. So don’t expect any skinny photos from me anytime soon. I’m 128 big fat pounds. :)

“I hear you want a dog. How are u gonna feed the mutt when u run out of money and commit suicide?”

I make enough to keep things afloat with my online job. So if I keep working, why would the money “run out?” We’re not on unemployment anymore, if that’s what you mean. That ended just last week. I thought we were going to be eligible for the last tier, but nope. Didn’t quite qualify. But that’s ok. Tom got a call this afternoon and was hired at a manufacturing company, so you need not worry anymore about him being “too lazy” to look for jobs offline as opposed to online, since this was obviously a big concern of yours. That’s all I will say about his job. I will not say where it is, what shift he’s on, or even what his pay is.

To finish answering that last fucktarded question, it’d take a hell of a lot more than money to get me to off myself, pal. Don’t be fooled by all the times I say, “I’ll kill myself if this happens or if that happens.” Like some people, I could get a headache and that’d be enough to get me threatening suicide. But if I ever do it will be my choice and only if I’m ready to go and leave a world that’s so unfortunately overrun with lonely, bored sickos like yourself.

“What if I knew where you lived and I came over with a knife?”

If you knew where I lived, you’d have come for me by now. That is unless you don’t have the balls to.

Meanwhile, until you can stop hiding behind anonymity, I’m no longer going to waste my time communicating with you. I was willing to talk in private about whatever’s got you so ticked off, but you’re just too chicken shit to do that, so until you get a little more brass where it counts, I’m not going to bother with you.

Someone did a Google search for me but spelled my name wrong. Besides, I don’t know anyone in Perth, Australia which is where the search originated from.

You can rate Marie’s story. I swear I added a note that I was posting it for a friend, but they didn’t include it for some reason. Anyway, I did not write this story. I simply edited it.

Later…

Tom’s getting ready to head out and I’m stuffing my face with these totally delicious Grissini breadsticks. You should try ‘em sometime. Add a few more inches to your waistline right along with me. :)

Anyway, once all settles down in Crackpotland I will re-allow anonymous contact on Formspring. For now, I have to wonder why some people would lower themselves so much that they would allow their own selves to associate with such fat criminals like myself with fat, lazy husbands who are poor and almost certainly always will be. I know I wouldn’t want to bother associating with some fat crazy bitch who was 15 pounds overweight, worked online where there is no “real” world, and stuffed herself with Grissini breadsticks. I mean, shame on her! You’d think that at age 44 she’d get a fucking life! Maybe she just needs to commit suicide. :)

Marie, Paul and Dorian are their usual supportive and wonderful selves. Marie said, “15 pounds overweight? More of you to love, and the perve here in NY also says more ounce for the bounce.”

Yeah, she would say that too, LOL!

Paul said it was good of me to twist their intentions, pointing out that I have the power of BLOG and that they’re just giving me more material for it.

Dorian got a kick out of the breadstick-eating, ex-con in the unreal world thing.

Later…

Wow, it was 18 years ago today that I left New England.

Just thought I’d do some reflecting. The kind that won’t go online. All’s been quiet in Crackpotland. It will be interesting to see if they come at me through any of the journal sites. If they have any brains at all, they’ll figure out that there are a couple of other ways they could contact me anonymously.

I’ve narrowed my guesses down to Andy, Donna or Maliheh, my top guess being Maliheh. I can’t believe Andy would say, “Don’t you think you deserved to go to jail for those you harassed on the telephone?” when he was guilty of the same thing, and I also doubt he would say that I love to blame others for my troubles without thinking of the part I played in the consequences. The only strange thing is her picking on Tom, but I guess it’s not that strange when you really think about it. When you want to take jabs at someone, the best way is not only to swing directly but to swing at something/someone they care about as well. As Dorian said, maybe they’re bothered by Tom’s not working, but maybe not. Maybe it’s only relevant to them because it’s an issue in my life right now. And as he also pointed out, these crackpots will pick on anything, even misspellings and typos.

Andy would spell as well or even better, but like I said, it doesn’t seem like the kinds of things he’d say, and I did contact Maliheh before revamping the online journal. She’d have had two weeks to comb through it. I just didn’t think she’d be that interested.

Do I think Maliheh would do such a thing? Yeah, I do. After all, as soon as I was busted for calling her, she started calling me.

As for Donna, unless she’s brushed up on her writing, she could never write that well.

Tom adamantly insists it’s not Miss Perfect or Evie. They would probably write well, and I can see them asking some of the questions, but not the ones about the dog and suicide. Or the comment about me looking fat in my photos.

I just worry about them fucking with the unemployment, whoever they are. I can’t stop the unemployment from running out sooner than he’s hired somewhere if God thinks that’s all we deserve and are good for, but someone else sure could hassle us along the way if they got it in mind to do so.

And while it’s super-duper unlikely, like incredibly unlikely, there’s always the possibility it’s someone who does a fine job of seeming like a damn good friend.

Like Paul.

Like Dorian.

And even like Marie.

Marie would just have to deliberately go out of her way to write differently than she normally does to throw me off.

Nah, it’s Maliheh. My gut now says it’s almost certainly her. I’m getting more and more sure of it. Especially with the phone thing she mentioned. She didn’t know me when the black bitch screwed me. So wouldn’t it be more reasonable to mention the trouble the person got in when you knew them and when you had a hand in influencing it to happen? Well, I sure thought so after reflecting on it long enough. Enough to send her a quick warning on Facebook not to contact me again before I blocked her.

Could it be Ann Marie? Again, anything’s possible, but she seems unlikely. Until and if anything else happens to say otherwise, I’m going with Maliheh. The person was up late too, when they left the “questions,” and I remember her saying she wasn’t a morning person. The only thing that doesn’t make sense about the phone thing is the teens and 30s thing. How could she know I made prank calls in my teens, and why does she assume I did it in my 30s? That would be something a Valleyhead staffer might say, but nah, I don’t think it’s a VH connection.

Marla? Hmm… she might say most of what was said, and she’s pretty literate herself from what I remember, but right now it seems so much more of a Maliheh thing. Especially since I just contacted her not too long ago and was sure to leave my journal link.

Online enemies I’ve made such as at Kiwibox? I doubt it. It’s been so long, and again, why mention the calls when I went down for supposedly doing a lot more than that? And that was 10 years ago, not 20.

My sister and her mistakes could never write this well, and the “I hear you want a dog” part just isn’t them. And when they did rehash the past, it was about the neighbors, not the prank calls. It would only be natural to bring up the last thing that happened.

Hey, I just got a funny and interesting idea. Why not post that she “confessed?” That’d really kill her if I’m right, and she was such a fucking asshole anyway, so why not, right?

Maybe I’ll compromise with myself and just say that I know it’s her rather than that she confessed. Maybe this will flush her out if it is her.

Is it??? I love a good mystery to ponder, but I’d really like to know who it is! If they’re going to do anything else once they see they can’t hit me anonymously on Formspring, it should be within the next hour or two.

Later…

Well, Maliheh got my message on Facebook because she went and blocked me in return. I figured as much. Now that she can’t get at me on Formspring, she’ll have to go through other means.

Wait! No, she didn’t block me. I can still bring her page up when I search her name. Hmm… maybe she’s trying to “trap” me.

I dug a little deeper into Maliheh and found her accounts on MySpace and Twitter where I blocked her like I did on Facebook, though she hasn’t been on MySpace, and has only made one tweet on Twitter which was also a year ago. I also doubt she’d have the guts to contact me non-anonymously, but I blocked her nonetheless.