I Am Stalkerless...

So, I had a stalker. Their ip was from Leicester, though sometimes the name of the place of origin changed, the ip address stayed the same. They started following me from the time I posted my blog address on Monkeyville, Keith Urban's fan site. I shared it there in one location for a group of girls that I chat with, many of whom I have also met. The only other people that had my site address at that time were personal friends and family, none of whom was on this side of the pond, much less in my own town.

It was intriguing at first. They came quite often, looked at photos I took, clicked links to my other website. I did not want to post anything about it at the time, as I was having a bit of fun keeping track of their visits and did not want to discourage them from coming. However, it appears that either their ip address has changed or I have become boring. Which do I hope for? Continuing to be stalked, or being dumped? They never hurt anything, except for a minor rude comment on one of my posts. Which was posted annoymously, but because I have tracking on the site, I was able to prove without a doubt that it was my stalker. I have my suspicions on who it is/was, but no proof of course. It was fun while it lasted. Now I have so many visitors coming from all over the world, dozens from England, half as many from friends right here in Leicester, that I am no longer able to tag who is who, unless I did it back when I only had a few.

To go along with my stalker theme, I have found these fun photos:

Farewell to my stalker, whoever you may be. I bid you well.