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.
Dnothing!
