Maya O. That’s Kim’s latest account as a young single knock-up in NY with Tourette’s syndrome. She has also decided she’s bipolar, cool and loves to draw. Kathy fronted me the link after Kim tried to add her to that account. She immediately suspected one of Kim’s alters cuz “Maya” is friends with two accounts where Kim actually uses her real name.

It’s chilling just how detailed the account is even though it’s only a few days old. She even has a couple of friends who no doubt think she really is this Maya character. I gave them the heads up, but knowing Facebook, they won’t get the message. Meanwhile, I reported the account as fake. It’s sad, sick and scary to think she just sits there day after day, month after month, year after year, creating all these different personas. It’s like it’s her whole life. She may have no life and all the free time in the world, but how does even she have time to be so many people? It seems there are not enough hours in a day to be so many damn people. Whether she’s role-playing obsessed or truly has MPD as I suspect, it’s sad that she doesn’t have anyone to channel her energies into more honest and productive activities like Molly has these days. She should be spending her days in some sort of structured facility and kept offline, or at least not allowed online without being monitored. Unfortunately, though, until and if she either hurts herself or someone else, no one can force an adult in their 30s to do anything they don’t want to do. This means that she’s free to be a million people other than herself and to follow and harass those online that dared to confront her on her shit and then walk away. As long as she’s alive I can never do anything where I can be contacted in a place where she knows I exist.

I had no idea she was this good at being other people. Clearly, the writing style is similar to hers, but I can see how she managed to fool me so easily on Ask and would continue to do so if she could. I’m now sure that the vast majority of my anonymous questions that I thought came from lots of different people were really her. I feel like such an idiot! I know there’s no way I could’ve known, but it still has a way of making one feel pretty foolish and stupid. I had no idea the magnitude of her craziness back then. Sometimes she made it very obvious that it was she who was pestering me there, so I wasn’t expecting it when she made it a lot less obvious like she sometimes did as well, depending on “who” she was at the time.

Anyway, “Maya” uses a pic of a young blond girl, and has a picture of a very pregnant belly on her wall. I had to laugh at the part where she claims to be having 3 lil ones in 5 months and is scared as hell. Oh, and she’s in so much pain as having Tourette’s, and being pregnant sucks, though she must think of her unborn, LOL.

Andy joined Formspring so we’ll keep in touch there, a place Kim and Molly are unaware of. The videos are annoying and the layout of the site sucks compared to Ask, but at least we can change backgrounds there and they even allow animated ones. Until they start having problems too, that is. For now, the trolls can wonder where the hell Andy’s been cuz I know they watch him daily on Ask. Andy’s not going to deactivate his account, though, just not use it as much. I guess he’ll still want to check it once a week or so cuz Lady Di is still there.

Tom and I are both still feeling kinda run down and coughing a bit (I feel like I’m never going to wake up refreshed and energized ever again), but he was thrilled to get off work after just a half-hour of OT and not two hours of OT. Then he could leisurely relax, eat, check the latest listings for places within our price range, then get to bed early and catch up on his sleep.

Speaking of sleep, I woke up a million times, as usual, and this time I not only had negative dreams, but something tapped me on the cheek and woke me up for a few minutes. I swear. I know it sounds as crazy as Kim and all her 10 million alters, but I really don’t think I was dreaming. I was actually dreaming something at the time that had nothing to do with being tapped on the cheek or anywhere else. The tap was gentle but too much for any kind of insect to make and we don’t have mice hanging around lately, so I don’t know what else it could’ve been if it wasn’t something or someone from the other side. Still not sure I even believe in that other side, but I can’t come up with any other logical explanation for it. I think maybe something was saying, “Try to stay on schedule. You’ve got an appointment in 9 days.” I’ll be setting my alarm so my schedule can’t jump more than half-hour intervals until then. I’ve been tiring down early which is good. The only problem is that I’ve been sleeping forever so that kind of makes up for it. I usually sleep 8 hours, but lately it’s been 10-12.

In one dream I had done two years for killing someone. Must not have been much of a kill to get just two years for murder. In another, I was living in some large institution of some kind (a common dream I unfortunately have) and didn’t seem to know Tom. I’m not sure if it was a type of jail or funny farm, but it seems I had to be there. I had two roommates too, and what was weird was that I shared a double bed with one of them while another slept on a twin bed toward our feet.

We were having breakfast in some kind of cafeteria when one girl noticed I looked kind of down. Supposedly I was going blind and said, “Is there any way they could be wrong and that I might not be going blind after all? I can still see things.”

The girl looked sad too, and said there was no way I would be able to see for much longer. This is a scary dream for someone like me to be having too, but Tom assures me it’s not possible. Even the doctor said we won’t let me go blind. I guess glaucoma isn’t curable but it is preventable.

My hives are healing and right now they just look like giant cigarette burns.

I’ve been hearing Jesse buzzing about the land, as usual. This time around he’s got something going on down by the well and Tom said something about a big pipe and asked if there’d been any water problems. No, but I’m sure there will be at some point. Anyway, this guy’s always got something going on. He’s never going to be the lazy type that likes to just veg in front of the TV all day, so hopefully we can get the hell out soon enough. He’s also still clearing brush from his drive to lay down some new gravel. Every project he does is just one more thing I gotta deal with, and now I gotta worry he’ll fuck up my schedule between now and the 14th?

Chatted with Nane for a bit today. She’s broke cuz she’s been overspending and so she’s selling things on eBay. At least she’s back from the dead!

Great. I can’t fucking get online now, so I’ll have to post this in an hour or two.