So, I have a STALKER. That's fun. Just the thing I needed to make my life complete. Phone calls. Texts. Incessant, uninvited demands for my attention.
And I honestly have NO way to stop this shit, short of telling my mom to just fuck off.
And I honestly have NO way to stop this shit, short of telling my mom to just fuck off.
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i was kidding too. my mother hasn't mellowed at all and she's been dead for 20 years. 🤪
It’s also wrong to joke about having a stalker - I actually had a stalker and he was dangerous. You’re thumbing your nose at something very serious.
It's not a serious post in any way, shape, or form.
I suggest you take this post in the spirit in which it was intended. It isn't meant to make light of actual stalking.
(but it was a cute joke)
My parents are the meanest.
I couldn't take it.
It's my own fault for thinking Bull Riding was a great career move.
When i was on Twitter (never posted when it was renamed), i said i didn't have followers, only stalkers. No idea what i was doing, but some liked my stuff with obsession.