I still havent figured out everything to this site, please bare with me while I have technical difficulties... Back to our regularly scheduled program... *clears throat*
I had premade plans to roleplay this weekend, which is what I do with most of my time anyways, so needless to say, nothing new. What is new, however, is that I have found myself privy to a stalker, online that is. It isn't one of those scary "Oh jesus, hes a 50 year old trucker, with bad teeth, wielding a axe" coming at me kinda stalker... Just a garden variety ex boyfriend who cant take the hint that things are over. Funny thing is I had no clue. I moved on.. He didnt. So I play Second Life for anyone out there who bothers to read this garbage. I have a Demon avatar whom I am in love with. Shes purdy. Not in a barbie doll sense, just in a good ol fashion if I ran into her in a dark alley I'd prolly pee on myself and call it a day kinda beautiful. I've taken alot of time, patience, and love making her into a precious, precious. Shes kinda a evolution of myself or something I think I would love to be in a much different world. Powerful, vicious, desireable, and just a badass. Anyways I will include a picture of her later down the page.. Back to the stalker. So I log in my account and the minute I log in I have messages pending.... Alot of messages. I usually have 3 or 4 just random things friends have sent me but this time I am capped. Nice little messages saying random things like "You ruined my life" " I hate you" "Fucking bitch" "I hope you die in a firey death" Not so bad considering my character.. A firey death would be well expected.. I however, wish to die in my sleep but thats another story.. Anywho I chuck through all the messages from him and kinda laugh, kinda sit in amazement wondering how long he must have spent sitting there writing all this horse shit out. Anyways I no sooner close all the windows and get ready to type my responses back to him in a most child like fashion when his avatar appears in my house. Now granted I met him in rl 2 years ago, we had a nice little romp in the sack. Stayed together for a couple more months than I got bored, kicked him to the curb and met the guy I am with now for 8 happy months and in lust with. Im guessing the guy either just found out about me and the other guy or was on some sort of delay timing switch that sent him into psychoville late.. But whatever the case Hannibal Lecter is alive and kicking in him. So anyways hes standing in my sim house naked no less. Wielding shotguns. Its quite funny to see a avatar naked in your house much less gun toting. So I do a patented "LOL, you look ridiculous" shout out and before I know it my avatar is being flung accross the simulator like a wet noodle. So I message him asking him if hes done being a fucktard to which he replys Im not even started and again flings my little av through cyber city like its a rag doll. I than remember hey I got shields! I turn them on and the flinging stops. but Im still half a sim away from my house and cant get to the ban controls to get him at least off my sim land. So i decide to sit it out and fuck with him through messages. I ask him if hes on his period. If he had a nice weekend. If his penis was fully hard when he showed up at my house or if it was one of the crappy free versions they give out. He than told me hes driving to my rl house and wants to talk... Bad idea... I either needed to talk him off the roof or push him but having him drive 320 miles to my house just wasnt a good idea.. Anyways Im dragging this out long story short.. Hes psycho. Hes called my cell phone 108 times over the weekend. I finally (le duh) called my cell company and got them to block any numbers trying to call into me from his area code. Im pretty sure he wont make the drive from his house to mine but if he does the roomates know hes bonkers and not to let him in. Im taking special care when I go to work etc but man what do you do in this situation. Hes in love with my avatar not me. Even in all my fantasy and roleplaying I know the difference between rl and cyberspace. I just dont get it. So yeah I got me a stalker.. Its so 80's. And that was the best decade wasnt it? Anyways time will tell what the little nutjob may do. For now hes keeping it cybertime which is interesting and helps break up the monotony of the day so I should be grateful. But the rl side of me is abit weirded out. Anyways enough about me.. How you doing?
I had premade plans to roleplay this weekend, which is what I do with most of my time anyways, so needless to say, nothing new. What is new, however, is that I have found myself privy to a stalker, online that is. It isn't one of those scary "Oh jesus, hes a 50 year old trucker, with bad teeth, wielding a axe" coming at me kinda stalker... Just a garden variety ex boyfriend who cant take the hint that things are over. Funny thing is I had no clue. I moved on.. He didnt. So I play Second Life for anyone out there who bothers to read this garbage. I have a Demon avatar whom I am in love with. Shes purdy. Not in a barbie doll sense, just in a good ol fashion if I ran into her in a dark alley I'd prolly pee on myself and call it a day kinda beautiful. I've taken alot of time, patience, and love making her into a precious, precious. Shes kinda a evolution of myself or something I think I would love to be in a much different world. Powerful, vicious, desireable, and just a badass. Anyways I will include a picture of her later down the page.. Back to the stalker. So I log in my account and the minute I log in I have messages pending.... Alot of messages. I usually have 3 or 4 just random things friends have sent me but this time I am capped. Nice little messages saying random things like "You ruined my life" " I hate you" "Fucking bitch" "I hope you die in a firey death" Not so bad considering my character.. A firey death would be well expected.. I however, wish to die in my sleep but thats another story.. Anywho I chuck through all the messages from him and kinda laugh, kinda sit in amazement wondering how long he must have spent sitting there writing all this horse shit out. Anyways I no sooner close all the windows and get ready to type my responses back to him in a most child like fashion when his avatar appears in my house. Now granted I met him in rl 2 years ago, we had a nice little romp in the sack. Stayed together for a couple more months than I got bored, kicked him to the curb and met the guy I am with now for 8 happy months and in lust with. Im guessing the guy either just found out about me and the other guy or was on some sort of delay timing switch that sent him into psychoville late.. But whatever the case Hannibal Lecter is alive and kicking in him. So anyways hes standing in my sim house naked no less. Wielding shotguns. Its quite funny to see a avatar naked in your house much less gun toting. So I do a patented "LOL, you look ridiculous" shout out and before I know it my avatar is being flung accross the simulator like a wet noodle. So I message him asking him if hes done being a fucktard to which he replys Im not even started and again flings my little av through cyber city like its a rag doll. I than remember hey I got shields! I turn them on and the flinging stops. but Im still half a sim away from my house and cant get to the ban controls to get him at least off my sim land. So i decide to sit it out and fuck with him through messages. I ask him if hes on his period. If he had a nice weekend. If his penis was fully hard when he showed up at my house or if it was one of the crappy free versions they give out. He than told me hes driving to my rl house and wants to talk... Bad idea... I either needed to talk him off the roof or push him but having him drive 320 miles to my house just wasnt a good idea.. Anyways Im dragging this out long story short.. Hes psycho. Hes called my cell phone 108 times over the weekend. I finally (le duh) called my cell company and got them to block any numbers trying to call into me from his area code. Im pretty sure he wont make the drive from his house to mine but if he does the roomates know hes bonkers and not to let him in. Im taking special care when I go to work etc but man what do you do in this situation. Hes in love with my avatar not me. Even in all my fantasy and roleplaying I know the difference between rl and cyberspace. I just dont get it. So yeah I got me a stalker.. Its so 80's. And that was the best decade wasnt it? Anyways time will tell what the little nutjob may do. For now hes keeping it cybertime which is interesting and helps break up the monotony of the day so I should be grateful. But the rl side of me is abit weirded out. Anyways enough about me.. How you doing?
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