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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2008 (8:43 PM)

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A Poor Sap's Journal part 2

(I'm feeling calm)

If you didn't, I strongly encourage you to go and read part 1!

All character's identities, personal information, dates, and places in this blog have been changed to protect their privacy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

10-12-96

Having a scholarship isn't all it's cracked up to be. I had to get a job to cover the lose ends, I'm working at a flower shop, and I have allergies.
I'm not really required to keep a student's journal, but it's highly recommended, I'm going to keep all my revised med notes and junk on a different disc. This journal is to keep my real life into perspective.

Ann, as it turns out, is not a lesbian, but she puts that façade up to ward off assholes. I told her it only works if the people around you aren't homophobic. If that's the case, then you know their true colors. She said, "People have to be true to what they believe. I know I'm being dishonest by putting up a front, but this is my first time away from home. I just don't feel safe."

The bride of Satan, Nancy hasn't been around for two days, I think that's why Ann was so open. It seems there's a mysterious alliance between women, which men should be more aware of for our own sanity. It's like a strange language of cats or birds.

We were on a study break and seeing how Nancy wasn't around we stayed up and watched late night cartoons. Ann fell asleep with her head on my lap.
While we were passed out on the couch, Countess Cuntula came in and made a commotion about what she saw. Ann tried to explain the pure innocence of this to her, but this wasn't good enough. Nancy felt I was some kind threat to all things womanly, and I told her, for what good it did, "I have been nothing more than kind to you. I have some reserved feelings about your attitude, but I have nothing to explain or be ashamed of. Please get professional help for your problems!"

10-19-96

It's taken a week and things have evened out for Nancy and me.
She seeing a shrink as I suggested and she wants to make dinner for us. I made her swear on her mother's eyes she wouldn't poison us…she laughed.

Sharon stopped by the flower shop to compare notes on the last lecture; she wanted me to come over because of the same stalker problems. There are a few officers on patrol in unmarked cars, but this isn't good enough. I invited her over for the dinner Nancy planed; I hope this won't cause any problems.

10-25-96

Sharon was a hit with Nancy and Ann, I made cherry clobber, and we played Parcheesi while we talked.
Sharon spilled her guts about the stalker stuff she's going through among other things. She didn't have the best childhood, and Nancy swapped stories with her about her past too, then she finished with tears and her therapists' advice on the matter.
Nancy left a lump in my throat too. Sharon got me to go home with her again and I spent the night on the couch...again…It is a nice couch.

10-28-96

Lucky break in the stalker case!
I was arranging a flower display when this guy comes in to make a delivery request. He knows Sharon's full name and address, and then lays a clear storage baggie down with an envelope in it. The nut job wants me to include it in the delivery; says it's a special message and to leave it in the baggie.
I wanted to jump across the counter and smash this guy's face, but I kept my cool. I figured he might genuinely know Sharon as a friend, or he's the guy the cops are looking for. I had him fill out some contact information which showed he was a dead president, who during his service never lived in Washington D.C. Although the address put him right at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

He started to act a little impatient as he was looking through some of the flower arrangements. I told him to find what he'd like to send, and then I called the police. They told me the usual, "Keep him occupied, don't raise his suspicion, we have an officer in bound."
I told the desk officer I was going too acted as though I were talking to our driver.
The guy walked pretty close to the door but never turn to go, but he stood in one spot in daze for a minute, and he was looking at something, I didn't know what for a minute.
He came back to the counter with a lost and sorrowful look. He stood about three feet away holding his hands palms up as though he was carrying a small sleeping kitten.
The desk officer told me someone was a few seconds away, I replied, "Okay Ray that's good to know!"
The shop door eased open as if a heavenly specter rushed through the gaps assisted by the autumn air. The man who would be a dead president raised his hands before the command could be made.
After all was said and the police left the shop I went to the unseen things the man dropped. A neat bundle of individual hairs were laying where he stood, but none were cut, and I think they were all collected from where they were found. A single stray hair lay outside the bundle; I think he got it from my coat near the door. They're all red.

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