logged into "Rhythms" 3 times thus far today using the office computer. She's not spending an hour and a half on it like she used to, because as I understood it, the physicians (HER bosses) proposed (but are apparently having trouble enforcing) a rule of not surfing the internet for personal use while on company time. Evidently, she believes herself to be beyond reproach and sees herself as equal to her superiors. This fuckwit clearly thinks that the rules for the under-staff (for lack of a better term), the non-managerial personnel, are different and thus do not apply to her. I, on the other hand, attribute it to her being sneaky as she's, as I've said before, the only one with her own office and a computer no one else can see the screen of, that she can quickly click out of if anyone walks in while she's reading about me referring to her as a cretin for the 2,395th time.
No, I don't think Ms. Blog Stalker is planning to concatenate me in my alley with the loaded heat she packs, for I believe her to be far too mendacious for such overt efforts to silence me. I'm going to keep on writing with vigor, passionately, just as I live my life and will not allow such an illiterate imbecile decide for me whom to love, whom to hate, or upon whom to deliver indifference. Ours is more a war of sagaciousness, from which she has no hope of emerging victorious.
Ms. Blog Stalker texted me this morning to "stop it." Obviously, if she wasn't reading my blog about her dicking around, she wouldn't have sent it. And it wasn't suffixed with "...or I'll shoot you," so I've decided to ignore her. The whole conundrum is petty and juvenile, and I'm through with it. It'd be nice, though, to see some justice served, you know? I'm at least protected by the First Amendment.