I am no longer picking up any fandom, even if it is just for the crack.  I mean, seriously, this shit is getting way out of hand.

Edward Fucking Cullen just left.

I am not at all fucking lying. 

He's the gayest man I've met, cutest little thing.

He is not some forgotten Pagan God.  He is not made of stone.  He does not sparkle in the sun.

But he IS honest to God Edward Cullen.

So... to avoid any more brain melts, brain explodisions and or heart failure, I'm stepping away from fandom forever.

Or until Cap'n finds something else to drag me into.

This is all your fault, Cap'n!!!  I blame you!!!

This morning (midnight ish) after getting home from Cap'ns, I was screamed at as I walked in the door, so I pretty much just turned around and went for a walk.

Since I was craving coffee and a power bar, I ended up at 7-11.

I browsed through some of the stuff, noticed this guy watching me (or my boobs)  from the corner, I groaned and then bought my stuff.

When I left the store no one was following me.

When I spotted the couple having sex against the fire station wall no one was following me.

When I was asked to join the couple, I ran away quickly, mumbling something about morals. 

Before I continue, I would just like to point out my brain is weird.  I did not really notice the sex part first, hell I didn't even hear the moans, groans and screams until my brain processed what the woman was up against.  The wall there is rather rocky, uneven and pointy.  She was going to blooding and sore later... and once again, even after being disturbed at the sex, creeped out by the offer of joining and trying to drown out the womans shrill shreiks, I was getting all hot and bothered over her pain.  WTF is wrong with me?)

I wandered in front of the school by my house quickly, it's dark and creepy at night.

I nearly ran down the next two blocks because this is when I began to hear footsteps but I saw nothing.  At all.

I unlocked my door, set my stuff down, looked for my phone which should have gone off at least once on my trip but didn't, and then I turned to see this guy standing out front.

I screamed slammed the door, called for Dad and Wesley and then slowly opened the door again.

It took Dad 20 minutes or so to get off his ass and help.  And even then he wanted me to deal with it.    Eventually the yelling Wesley and I did at this strange man to go away (Wesley: Go the fuck away, Me:  Get the fuck away from my house you creepy fuck.  Go away, you're creepy, fuck.)  made my military neighbor come out and threaten with guns and violence, which caused me to squeak then hide behind Wesley.  Eventually this guy left us alone.

After that, I was retarded and went for another walk.  Nothing happened but I think I broke my finger sometime during the night, dunno when, because it won't really bend today.  It's about time anyways.. Haven't really had a break in a few years.  I'm overdue.

Ok.  Back to work before crazy boss lady sees.

Peace, Love and Power Bars,

Steffy