I knew this guy....

                                       Its...crazy..right?

I've seen these commercials on TV with the crazy girl stalking 'Brad'. (Please see the videos attached in orange.)  This makes me think of the things I have heard girls me talking about after a break-up or while dating a guy ....and some things that I just really do not think are smart things to do.  By the way I feel like I should mention that my mother thinks this blog is "b.s" and that I have yet to talk about things that are important.  So I am posting this to help the community and to educate others *sneering*...whatever.  Anyway...lets face it...break-ups stink...and sometimes even sane people whos' sane? can do some eerie stuff...break-ups can bring out the not so fabulous side in people.

There are a few things that come to mind that I will never to do again..I would never do. 

For instance wearing a big curly black wig with huge Hollywood glasses pretending to smoke and driving slowly by a potential lovers house is a no-no.  Especially if this person lives in a culd-a-sac, this is very awkward..just driving in circles ya know...it usually draws the attention of the neighbors...especially if the neighbors are cops *sneer*.
 
Hiding in bushes across the street from ex's residence with binoculars...yeah not a good idea either and some bushes are very stickery...my friend Alyster still has scabs and it was months ago.

Insistent tweeting, twitting, texting..yeah although tempting... don't do it.  You will for sure get carpal tunnel and surgery is expensive (this is the financial savvy me coming out here).

                                                tweeting...texting....so hard to resist...

Facebook: Now this is were things can really go awry... I've seen crazy stuff on this site.  I am not a fan of creating fake Facebook profiles for stalking purposes..okay I may have tried it once...but it really does scream crazy..and don't post swanky pictures of yourself...frankly it makes you look like a two bit whore...and very embarrassing when your grandparents scroll over it.  And paallleeezzeee *southern accent* for the grace of God...don't post 10 times a day telling us about your bleeding heart or about how you are glad he is gone or about not having regrets.  *Sticking my finger down my throat* 

What I'm saying here is....Love yourself.