Please Be Patient God Isn't Finished With Me Yet
Welcome to the farewell edition of "The Scaredy-cat Stalker". That sounds horrible and I hesitate to say it. I've been hemming and hawing over the future of "S.C.S." for awhile now. I enjoy having an outlet for things, but at this point in time it's just too much to keep up (and besides, I'm almost out of cute return address labels). The moving bug (really, the everything bug) has bitten me. I've been feeling so crazy and anxious that I fear a brain aneurysm or a nervous break-down any day now. I've got to make some changes, and there's no better time than the present.
I never thought that my little H.T. crazed zine would ever amount to much. And granted, it's no household name, but it has become more than I had expected. Somehow, I managed to build up a satisfying number of readers and admirers. In the process, I've got to meet a bunch of really nice, cool people that I would've never known otherwise. Heck, even ol' Henry Thomas recognizes the name Krista Garcia (and shudders, I'm sure). So what, if things didn't turn out as planned. Our marriage would've never lasted anyway.
Dabbling with my manias has proven more successful than I would've ever imagined. The thought of writing had never even crossed my mind a couple years ago, and now I actually get paid to do it from time to time. I still feel enthusiastic about my subject matter, which is the perfect leaving off point. Even though I'm calling it quits, I'm kind of bummed because I'm full of ideas for another issue (Tards, Tots, and Terrors immediately comes to mind). Maybe later. There's nothing worse than someone who won't give up even after their shtick has gotten stale. Now, I don't consider myself shticky, but you know what I mean. That last season of "Roseanne "just stunk and "Seinfeld's" not so hot anymore (I mean the show--Jerry's still a horse-faced honey to me). I'm not 100% sure where I'll end up, but keep yours eyes and ears open. I'm not dropping off the face of the earth anytime soon.
As you may notice, there's a mild Valentine motif going on this issue. (I know it's bad to focus on holidays, especially since you'll be lucky to see this before St. Patrick's Day). I tried to not get bitter with all this twosome stuff. I like Valentine's Day (Well, the candy, at least--even though I have to buy it for myself). Believe it or not, I'm really not all rotten. There's a part of me believes in true love and all of that. I try to be positive and up-beat, but it's hard when I'm given no good reason to be. It doesn't take much to frighten me right back into my fantasy world of celebrities and intriguing strangers. And maybe, that's not a bad thing.
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