I'm being cyberstalked. Some idiot is emailing me pics of his dick and I was throwing em out thinking it was spam even though it was weird, how the messages included my name, "I'm under your spell sexy G---" etc. Then I got one last night that referenced lunch I had w Amy (margaritas in nf, a new place she turned me onto, I like tamales) and wondered how my camping trip went . . Nice huh? Uber catholic dude who says he can't talk to me cz I'm 'kryptonite' all of a sudden at whose bday party umpteen mutual friends and ugly polish relatives stare at me like I've got 2 heads while my ride ie my best friend's hubby gets jealous as if there's anything going on w either of them which there is not and on the side I get cyberstalked. And why am I blogging this? Well because I stopped blogging - bc nobody reads this - bc I miss John sometimes and I don't want to cz he doesn't want me to - etc etc etc - but now that I want to know where I was on 6/15, I have no record of it cz I've stopped blogging. So. Um. Today is 4th of July. I will be at a party on Oneida St, at the home of the people who run the belowthefalls magazine, where Tony will be playing his guitar from 4 pm til fireworks. Yesterday I was at home mostly - but I went to the Basilica in Landcaster to light a candle to get grounded - because the day before that was the bday party and that had freaked me out. The bday party was at a park in nf, Oppenheim Park, and most of the people I know where there in addition to Thighs and his weird wife and all his relatives all of whom wear ginormous crucifix necklaces on heavy chains. The week prior to that I was in Letchworth, in cabin c6 with the boyz, and Sunnie's whole extended family had the other cabins. The week before that, all I can remember is the party at the Marina on Grand Island, I found a turtle in the road and freed him in the river, Thighs kissed me (he does that, it's the Guinness goes to his head, he doesn't mean anything by it much and then he goes into tizzies of self-loathing over it and puts a ton of money in the collection plate at mass whatever like a lunatic). The week before that sometime, I can't remember when, I went to Waterstreet w Sun and Jeff and Chris (base player who is in our drum circle - superduper shy, nice guy, only ever says about 10 words - but he made fun of Pete in a good natured way, Pete was singing, and it cracked me up like crazy, and I remember thinking "Chris is ok"). Before that, I can't remember . . . it all blurs by early June, nothing stands out, I don't remember talking to anyone new or special . . the only people I know now that I did not know in May are the Thurman Bros, D and J, songwriters both in their late 50's who helped w Tony's store move. To the best of my knowledge, I do not know anyone who could be that dude in the pic, nobody that skinny and with no tattoos and with the gay tendency to shave his balls. Normally, from the look of that pic, I'd say 'a student', but no student knows anything about my personal life whatsoever, except Story who does not know Amy and who would never EVER do such a thing nooooo waaaaaaay - if anything he's even more reserved than John and Tony, who are both very reserved obviously. That's it. I have no idea who this could be, and/but someone is watching me. So I guess I'll go on about my business and wait for Mr FBI next door to work his magic on tracking email addresses whatever and keep blogging where I am going so that if I disappear someone knows where to start to look.