Stressors

Let's see...which people in my life are actually stressors?

Oh, I know. You. You are my stressors. My ex-husband is not my stressor. I am fully aware of his every motivation, unlike, well...You.

You have had me filmed, you have followed me, you clearly read my blog EVERY DAY. Or at least you think it is important to set one of your paralegal's at a desk in your fancy office and catalog my blog entries. I am so sorry, Mr. or Miss Paralegal. It must be so boring for you.

Oh, and by the way...H1, You were overheard by the woman you were flirting with sitting on the steps in my attorney's office before my deposition. She saw you give H2 a big pat on the back and say, " Go get her." Yep. "GO GET HER!" How about "Good luck?" or "Do a good job?"

Hmmm, just because one is paranoid doesn't mean they AREN'T OUT TO GET YOU.

So, the next few posts will be dedicated to you, H1 and H2, since you are here already...I might as well give you something to read...Because, I am watching you too.