Anon

It's so ridiculously easy to stalk someone nowadays. Even back when I was in college, if I wanted to stalk someone, I had to do it the old-fashioned way: physically following them to see where they were and where they'd go. There was no Facebook, no Myspace, no Googlemaps. I remember when I was obsessed with Steve, I actually borrowed my friend's car and followed him on his date to the Cheesecake Factory. I remember seeing him with a thick-waisted girl with curly hair. I think I waited for him in the car for 2 hours. Damn, I was so desperate back then. Actually, I'm still desperate, but I'm also lazy, which means I don't have the drive to follow anyone anymore.

But anyway, since I've broken things off(TWICE) w/Ben, I really don't want him to know where I live. I know how to be anonymous, but I wasn't thinking about any of this back when I regitered to vote. Now my address shows up on anywho.com. This really, really bothers me. It's not that I'm scared of Ben or anything like that. I don't think he'd bother coming all the way out here from CA. It's just that I firmly believe he has absolutely no right to know where I live, let alone if I'm even alive or dead. I want to be impossible to find. I'd pay someone like a few hundred bucks to erase online traces of me.

I really want to un-register to vote, if I can do such a thing.

Oh, the Hamptons thing. Well, I did find a bikini at TJ Maxx for $9.99, and it looks pretty cute. I believe I purchased it thinking I was going. But the past two times I've been to the Hamptons(Amagansett, South Hampton), I've had a miserable time. It's chockful of Eurotrash and girls who think Juicy is couture. Don't get me wrong, I love pretentious people, but I like my pretensiousness with a degree of solemness and fake dignity, not outright "LOOK AT ME!" coolness. It really irritated me. Plus, everything is so stupifyingly expensive, and I don't want to live on crackers the entire time I'm there. I'm going with Elizabeth, which means I'll have to pay for the incidentals myself. If I was going with a dude, that would be a different story. I wouldn't care how expensive anything was. But a dinner out in Amagansett could mean $100 tab share for just one meal, and I clearly cannot afford that. I think Elizabeth has enough social tact to not put me in such situations in the first place, but talking about money and dealing with money amongst friends is so uncomfortable for me. So that's why I kind of didn't want to go.

Yeah, and the Hamptons really are not that big of a deal. The nightclubs are stupid and have long lines. Last summer, they had TOPLESS dancers dancing in front of everyone. This was at a supposedly high-end club, mind you. We were not at a titty bar. It was so gross. Plus, all the guys wear too much hair gel and pop open their collars like they rule. The Eurotrash contingency really kind of ruins any ambience there may be at the Hamptons.

Off topic, I've been propositioned for a 3some once again by one of my exes. What am I, the go to chick for 3somes?? I don't take offense at this, but I really do feel slighted when the chick in the participating party is severely unattractive. This is the same ex who asked for the same thing a year ago. And two years ago. Both times, he really insulted me.

Also overrated as the Hamptons-- 3somes. I mean, when I first got into it, I was like WHOOO! This is rad. But it's like, even that shit gets old after a while. I've only ever had FMF, so I don't know how MFM will feel like. Maybe it'll turn my entire world upside down and inside out with pure pleasure. Who knows.

OK, I have to go to the gym. I ate way too much today.