[two weeks ago, via Stalkbook]:
Long time no hear lol.
Hope you remember me I have change heaps [sic] ,
I think for the better [sick].
Hope to here [sic] from you."
Thought process: Who the fuck? Ignore.
[one week ago]:
"I really thought you would of least said hello back thanks David"
Ok fine. Doris, take a note:
Dear school chum,
Delighted upon hearing the news that you have improved for the better over the last 15 years. Ignoring the fact that you sound creepy, possibly to the point of boiling bunnies, I am curious as to why you are under the impression I am indebted a hello to you? If memory serves, you were some girl from high school that didn't talk to me, whereas I was the guy whose letterbox was repeatedly incinerated by unknown parties -- two distinctly different roles whose responsibilities did not include the odd amicable greeting or the mutual sippings of fine china'd tea. These days, I fear I would be branded an embellisher for even referring to our dealings as cordial. Non-existent would be more like it, which coincidentally also sums up the level of guilt I have for not replying to you.
Nevertheless, I do so hope that you continue in your quest for self improvement. By my calculations, you are well on your way to being full-blown crackers. Although I cannot support your need to harass people whom you never knew, I will no doubt be rooting for the prosecution upon hearing of your stalking-related arrest. I'm not sure what womens prison is like, bull-queer wise, but heads up on not dropping the proverbial soap.
Doris, did you get all that? Remember, there's two e's in 'queer'.
Sir, and please forgive me for saying so, but are you quite sure you want to send such a.. controversial correspondence?
Supposing you just ridicule her from behind the assumed anonymity of the internets?
Doris, if I was 100 percent that you weren't in cahoots with the bunny boiler, I would totally promote you right now.
Back to work, turncoat.