I was in the best mood last night at Fin. I consider myself a happy person who lives life to the fullest, and last night was one of those super-fantastic, extra happy times.
Delroy and I were chillin' in the lounge,
he was spinning a variety of music, mostly old school hip-hop and reggae. He made a batch of his secret brownies and brought them into work. I think you know where this is going. I ate a brownie and damn... I was flying high. I don't remember much of the night, and who knows how much the bar sales were and who cares, I was stoned. I was in a chill, cool, happy mood, so much so, I told Sam he didn't have to walk me home that night as I was feeling very stalker-free. Yes, I know this doesn't make sense, so let's remember... I was stoned. Sam reluctantly agreed, but I know he followed me home, at a distance, to make sure I was safe, which was nice. I entered my apartment building around two in the morning. When I was walking up the last set of steps, I glanced up at my apartment door and was startled. There was something attached to the door. As I reluctantly got closer to the door, I looked to the right and left, then behind. I let out a big, "no way", and saw a pack of grape bubble yum duct taped to my door. I moved closer and noticed on the right side of the tape, in black marker, it read: ♥ PS. I quickly called Sam, he was two minutes from my house, I was right about him secretly following me home. He got there in a flash, out of breath and quickly gave me a hug. I said, "Sam, I don't get it, this is way too weird for me to absorb." Keep in mind, I'm still quite stoned. He pulled out his cell phone and took a photo of the door (I will not humor pussy stalker by posting it). Then he opened the door and we went inside. Needless to say, he slept on the couch, once again. At this point in time I'm mad. Mad as hell. Fuck this loser piece of shit. He will not win. After an hour or so I was no longer high and I began to process what transpired.
This is where it gets interesting...
Do you remember when we had the nor'easter a few weeks back? Fin was completed deserted, except for the crew and we all hung out very late. Well, most of us got to talking about personal stuff, there were no limits. We covered a bunch of meaningful conversation and not so meaningful. That night I told the story about when I was in school at NYU, I burned my arm.
Here it goes...
A bunch of college friends were hanging in my apartment and we all got high. After a few hours they left and I continued smoking a bit. All of a sudden I grabbed a piece of Grape Bubble Yum. 
I opened the wrapper and began holding the gum in one hand and stared at it. For some reason I took a lighter and began melting the gum. I had the piece of gum in my left hand, eye level, and the lighter in my right. Long story short the gum began to melt and a piece dropped on the the inside of my lower right arm. I actually burned myself with Grape Bubble Yum. I have the scar to prove it. Anyway, all at Fin laughed their asses off, me too. It really is a sad, stoner story, that doesn't make sense, though it happened. Here's my point, the only people that know about this story are a few close friends and the staff at Fin. So this means that someone at Fin is stalking me, or a friend of someone who works at Fin is stalking me, right?
I'm not pointing fingers, 
but... Georgina's dick, I mean "dude" keeps on leaving her place in the middle of the night. She never knows where he goes or what he does, and this is always when Pussy Stalker strikes. Also, I never met him, nor has anyone at Fin. Perhaps I'm a bit paranoid right now, but remember the time Sam walked me home and we noticed someone following us on the other side of the street? Sam ran after him, and was able to see he had dark hair and wore an Adidas track suit. Hmmn, didn't Georgina say her dude wears track suits often? I don't know what's going on, but I've said it many times before... this guy sounds like a complete fruit loop and I don't mean that in a good way, at all. Take a look at Georgina's posts and you may agree with me. Georgina, I'm sorry I'm bringing this out in a post, but it could be a possibility. I'm sick and tired of this shit, so please keep this in mind.
Once again, I call on PUSSY STALKER to show his face.
grandmoms made the brownies. i&i just added a few secret ingredients before they went inna oven. glad you liked them! tracksuit guy has gotta go. cha! lemme know if i&i or tubby-goo kin do anything for you. hang in there, you a creation stepper. nobody gonna touch you, t.
Delicious!
Those track suits again...I am so glad Sam is helping you with this. I'm not sure why you think anything strange about my BF. I told you he is an artist and works all of the time. I do have one secret about him though, but everyone at FIN would kill me if I told you where he works and how I met him.
I know where he works. Your secret is safe with me, naughty girl.
quack
Uh huh. I know where he works too. ...Didn't know about the hardware store in his underwear, though. Jingle jangle.
this stalker guy sounds like a real A-hole. Want me to kick his ass for ya?
I'm really into burning Grape Bubble Yum, myself. And I thought I was the only one! Just watch, now all the kids are going to be doing it
I just want Pussy Stalker to show his face, that's all. Then I may kick his ass.
Grape Bubble Yum is delicious!
This stalker guy sounds wack...Angela knows a couple of guys (if ya know what I mean)