Stalking Me Stalking You

It has recently come to my attention that I am being peripherally e-stalked. I assume that I am wholly e-stalked by throngs of adorable young men and television producers who are obsessively endeared to me but scared to “take the risk” — but I’m unaware of these stalkers, so I leave them be. I found one I know about, and it’s odd. Especially since she stalks me only when bored by her actual target — my big sister. Of course it has always been my dream to, as an adult, not only continue to wear my older sister’s cast offs, but be stalked by them too. So, hooray.
You may be saying to yourself, “How does she know about this stalker?” — or , if you are said stalker, “She noticed!” Well, there are track backs, referral sites, friendsterviews, chatrooms, and effectively — I’m stalking her now, too. Yes, perturbed by her lurking around on my favorite comedy websites, I have become a recent frequent visitor to her beloved broadway websites. Bothered by her growing knowledge of projects I am involve with, I have scoured the internet for blogs and local papers mentioning her. I mean, who is this weirdo stalker? Oh. Now it’s me.
In light of all this, I can’t really blame her. So I’ll soon post some family photos for her to masturbate to or whatever.