I already Twittered about this so sorry if you have already heard my frustration.

Yo. I don't call fans "creeps" ever. I really don't. I have explained this before. I am also a creep- I welcome creeps... it's cool. You guys can come see me at a convention and go grazy on the creepyness. I don't mind.

But there is a line- and that line deals with my poor parents who have been cursed with a daughter of me, and they don't deserve to be bothered with nonsense. And by nonsens, I mean Jesus.

So yeah.... someone sent a package to my mothers house- addressed to "Joanna Angel." She didn't like this very much. She sent the package to me. I got it in the mail the other day. I opened it. It is a hand-written two page letter whose first line begins with "I swear I am not a stalker."

Um... Hello? You obviously did research on where my frekin parents live. I mean if you are going to go through that much trouble to stalk... then bitch, OWN IT. Start the letter with like- HELLO JOANNA- TIS I - YOUR STALKER! HOW ARE YOU!

OK, anyways.... so basically, after a paragraph of this dude explaining that he was not a stalker... he said that he felt really bad for me, and has the desire to save me through finding Jesus. Then it continued to three pages of nonsense about how I can't possibly like what I do and I must just be fooling myself, and how he knows I am a depressed terrible drug addict and I can confide in him. Then there were a bunch of photo copied pages from the bible proceeding the letter from the non-stalker who just so happened to stumble upon my mothers house in New Jersey.

UG! This made me so angry. I would have been less offended if someone showed up to NY XXXotica and jerked off all over my booth. Seriously. 

And for the record- I have pissed off my family enough in my life... they don't need any more troubles. Creepy Jesus un-stalker dude... are you out there? Are you reading this? I am JEWISH... any trueun-stalker  should know that. My mother would be waaaaay more pissed off about me finding Jesus... than me doing porn.

Needless to say, I threw the letter, the photocopied bible pages, and the envelope it all arrived in, in the trash. But that was not enough. I did not want to exist in the same house as this thing.

I live on a hill, and it's a very steep hill.... and taking my garbedge out consists of me taking my trash down a hill, and then the empty garbege cans up the hill again. I try to procrastinate this venture for as long as possible. It's really un-enjoyable. This month I actually let it pile up a bit too much to the point where it is a little embarrassing. I mean, the trash was at the point where I just couldn't stuff anything else in it.Not even a banana peel.

The only good thing that came out of this letter was that it totally inspired me to get off my ass and take out the trash. Garbege day is on Thursday. Ug. I can't wait.