Now where did I put that axe?

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If I were a stalker, I would read your livejournal every hour. If you didn't tell me the address for it, I would bookmark the "Random LiveJournal" link, and click it over and over again until I found you. And then I would read your livejournal every hour.

I must possess all, or I possess nothing.

I'm kind of bad at stalking. I have stalkerish tendencies, and am definitely prone to that sort of thing, but I'm also lazy. I'm up for low-level stuff: memorizing your schedule and timing my own activities to correspond with it, stalking you online through livejournal and Who's Online and all that, trying to get to know people close to you so they can give me additional information... but if something takes too much effort, I'll just give up.

I mean, I'm crap at hacking into things. I can't even hack into my sister's ebay account, and I know half her passwords. Even with a password, I think I'd be too lazy to read your emails--I mean, I bet they're mostly boring drivel I don't really care about. I might scan the subject lines if pressed, but otherwise, I just won't bother.

I tried to stalk Bowie once, but it didn't really work out, because I didn't feel like looking up info on him online before going to New York.

If i was a stalker i would be a grade a one i would be hiding in rubbish and all that shit

don't u wish you're post was hot like mine don't ya don't ya (from that crappy pop song)

I too, have stalkerish tendancies. I mostly just follow different people around, get some pictures, make a scrap book, lose the scrap book, find it, and have a good laugh.
Nothing too major though.

"I find freedom only in the realms of my own eccentricity"
-David Bowie

In My imagination, I'd be hardcore, and it'd end in forced sex which she'd come to love, and I'd be her Master.

In reality though, I imagine there'd be a restraining order and then I'd wuss out totally and give up.

""Looking for love, not sex" -- the tagline of many a troll who doesn't believe they are worthy or capable of sex in its own right, but god, the thought of carrying that sort of middling self-esteem all the way to 36 is disturbing."

I cannot be a stalker because I am only interested in myself. I tried to stalk myself once but I wasn't "shocking" enough. I always managed to predict my next ploy. I always knew where I'd be but then that didn't help because....I always knew where I'd be. Eventually I gave up as I do on most things.

I just beat the internet, the end guy was hard!

Years later, I'd track him down to a Bowie message board, and find he was still saying nice things.

In reality though I'm way too fucken lazy to ever stalk someone. I'd stalk them for maybe 30 seconds and then I'd see something more interesting in a store window. Or on the street.

Also too fickle. I'd never be able to stay with one victim for very long.

Also self centered. After a while, I'd start wondering why they weren't stalking me.

He'll have you wrestling midgets in border towns for ten percent of the net.

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In reality though, I imagine there'd be a restraining order and then I'd wuss out totally and give up.

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Yes, this world is a cruel place for male sadists.

In My reality, I'd be hardcore and it'd end in a forced session which he'd come to love, and I'd be his Master.

You are the oats and I am the honey. Together we make granola.

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Yes, this world is a cruel place for male sadists.

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Is it any better for female sadists? I ask because I reckon if anyone would know, it'd be you.

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In My reality, I'd be hardcore and it'd end in a forced session which he'd come to love, and I'd be his Master.

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Don't you mean Mistress? You don't want FaggyStarburst suddenly jumping to concludsions about your genitalia.

He'll have you wrestling midgets in border towns for ten percent of the net.