The Sticky Wicket

This is a story of a girl. A girl who had met the boy, fell in love, was asked, accepted, and made the plans - only to be told 4 years later that it had been a good ride. This is the story of a heartbreak. And the possible rebuilding of Rome from the ashes.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Hey you, Lurker!

So seems like filling out the profile section of this journal links this "anonymous" blog to my profile of messengers services listed. I have recently learned that there are people from the real world reading this, lurking. And then reporting to DCS. I know of at least two names, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum (names changed and code names given due to threat of a lawsuit for the wrong thing - yes, you may laugh at him - I did. Then changed the names for DCS, not his idiot friend with his eighth grade temper tantrum.)

Mr. High President of The Little Boy Spankers Club and his Madame President, your actions are not particularly cool.

In fact, girlie is a little computery and would know that online journals are somewhere people can write everything without concerns of being checked up on by their real world. It isn't even like it is an incident of my friends that I have invited to read, because friends are around in hard times and don't lurk and report.

To all you lurkers that I do know in real life, but don't know that you are reading this - maybe have respect and delete this link, espcially if your intent is to go and report your recent findings. Having peace of mind to unload my thoughts in this forum is a lot healthier than going crazy or stepping in front of the Metro.

To all you lurkers that I don't know in real life and are reading this, welcome to the jungle room.

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