I guess the “sneaky” thing was someone trying to hack some account of Aly’s, based on her latest tweets.

I wonder, though… if I’m looking in on her, isn’t she looking in on me? My blog I mean, since she shouldn’t know about my current Twitter account. If she is, she’s dodging my tracker, something she’s been known to do before. Realistically, though, I doubt she cares at this point. So I would say no, she’s not reading my blog and probably hasn’t for 2 or 3 months.

Wish I could follow my head and not my heart where Stacey’s concerned, but I know I’m going to be dumb enough to waste time giving her my contact info, hoping that there’s at least a 1% chance she may contact me if she doesn’t hear from me for a while. Why, though? She’s not meant to be. No one like her ever has or ever will be. So knowing what’s in my cards and what’s not, why can’t I act accordingly? I guess because every now and then even my life gets a surprise or two thrown into it. Never expected to end up friends with Paula, fucked in the head or not. But still… Stacey’s not happening. Not now, not in a year, not in 5 years, not in 10 years. Why can’t I just thank her for her help, walk out of there without giving her a thing, and leave it at that?