With that being said, over the past 7 months I've been keeping a watchful eye on what the Brazilian (backstory) has been up to. This includes a little old-fashioned Facebook stalking as well as having a tracker on my art portfolio page which tells me the IP addresses of all its visitors. It's helpful for recognizing who is interested in my artwork - or what girl is checking me out. Stop. This is not weird. I've just been meticulous and thorough... deliberate if you must. (I like these words. They make me sound more like General MacArthur advancing on the Pacific and less a teenage following his crush from class to class.)
Every now and then, I've noticed a certain visitor from London checking the page out. Every time she does this, I look at her Facebook profile picture to see if her other half is still in the picture. It's always been, until yesterday.
I don't know what this means. This could be coincidence. Perhaps she grew tired of her current facial expression. Maybe she is need of a killer piece of art...
OR
Maybe she's home for the holidays and lonely and horny and thinking about how much she hates that in London everyone smells like tea and has bad breath, and her boyfriend is 10 years older than her and owns more cardigans than Mr. Rodgers and she wants to break up with him and she always wondered what would have happened if she got to know Mikey a little bit better and had gone to the Museum with him and then gotten hopped up on some Yellowtail enough to make some semi-regrettable decisions and she's too scared to ask so she just keeps looking at my profile...
I don't know what this means. This could be coincidence. Perhaps she grew tired of her current facial expression. Maybe she is need of a killer piece of art...
OR
Maybe she's home for the holidays and lonely and horny and thinking about how much she hates that in London everyone smells like tea and has bad breath, and her boyfriend is 10 years older than her and owns more cardigans than Mr. Rodgers and she wants to break up with him and she always wondered what would have happened if she got to know Mikey a little bit better and had gone to the Museum with him and then gotten hopped up on some Yellowtail enough to make some semi-regrettable decisions and she's too scared to ask so she just keeps looking at my profile...
Maybe?
Listen, it's possible. And I can't hold onto this silver bullet any longer. Time to fire away a "Hey! What's goin on?" message.
Listen, it's possible. And I can't hold onto this silver bullet any longer. Time to fire away a "Hey! What's goin on?" message.
Stalking was easier with Myspace!
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