Hate to do it, but it feels so good.

Well, it doesn't feel *that* good, but it's pretty damn funny.

Some of you might have noticed that near my profile I mention something about Internet Stalkers. You may have laughed, completely dismissed it, or been offended thinking it was directed at you.

For many of you, I cannot attest to whether or not it was directed at you. If you stumbled across this site on accident, probably not, but really, use some common sense here people. If I know you and *choose* to hang out with you in rl, again, you're pretty safe.

If however, you fall into a grey area somewhere between the hanging out and the desperately-seeking-susan lot, consider yourself a maybe.

This week marks the first time I have ever gotten an email specifically due to something on this blog. My ego-side, naturally the larger part of my being, was completely excited. The rest of me felt many things: sympathy, regret, and well, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I laughed. Outloud.

Not because I'm mean (okay, maybe a little) or insensitive (again, and probably more than a little) but because the person who was so upset about it had only barely been tossed about in my head as a possible candidate for stalker-dom.

Regrettably this person didn't believe me, I don't think, but that's hardly the point here.

Point is more, if you noticed that little blurb, feel good about the fact I consider you my stalker (supposing you fall into the grey area) because not all stalkers are bad.