I have blocked the address in question on the hateful site. For why? For because I don’t want any more messages like this:
“Dear Ragnhild,
You have a secret admirer but you have to list some guesses in order to find out who it is — Find out now!
Here’s a CLUE:
Your secret admirer is between 26 and 30 years old
Best wishes,
The SLY Matchmaker”
Sly is right.
Well. The between 26 and 30 rules out a few people, but still leaves quite a large proprotion of the world’s population. I think I will have to agree with Donna. A complete non-starter, so who cares who it is?
Still. I am saddled with an active curiosity. You know when they handed out character traits? Well, clearly I couldn’t be bothered to stand in line for Patience, I suspect I must have gone over to the Curiosity stand instead to find out what the fuss over there was all about.
We’re having a majorly important FAT on Tuesday, and I feel no kind of ready. I ought to be running around like headless chickens. Wait, that can’t be right, there aren’t enough of me… As I was saying: I ought to be running around like a headless chicken. I’m not, though. I’m taking it all strangely calmly. Well, several days left. Plenty of time to panic yet.
Voice in my head: Singing in the Rain (it’s been pouring down all day, though maybe ut should have been Singin in the Sleet, as that’s what it was when I was outside in it this morning)