5.05.2004
So, Weims has started stalking me.
Tonight, he asked me why I didn't tell him he made my Blog. Now, I know it's an honor to make this thing (your name gets on the internet, for dozens and dozens to see!), but he was legitimately upset.
He even called me (no idea how he got my phone number; I'm unlisted) and started crying, saying that he needed the recognition to prove to his father that he's "not a nobody".
Weims lives in Minnesota, I believe. He called a man who lives in Pennsylvania, and gave me this monologue out of a movie about how he was shunned because he never became a banker (I guess there's a long line of bankers in his family...it boggles me as to why, other than they're all about smuggling money out of the bank), then said that, if I don't promote him and his antics more (his words, not mine), he'd find me and make me pay.
I believe his exact words were this:
"I'll take your ass all the way to the bank!"
After about 30 seconds of silence, he asked if I was there, to which I said yes. He then asked me if I understood that pun, to which I said I did.
He then asked me if the delivery was off, and if so, then he was going to kill Eric Chad, his comedic coach.
I hung up, and haven't turned my cell on since.
Interesting evening, to say the least.
Tonight, he asked me why I didn't tell him he made my Blog. Now, I know it's an honor to make this thing (your name gets on the internet, for dozens and dozens to see!), but he was legitimately upset.
He even called me (no idea how he got my phone number; I'm unlisted) and started crying, saying that he needed the recognition to prove to his father that he's "not a nobody".
Weims lives in Minnesota, I believe. He called a man who lives in Pennsylvania, and gave me this monologue out of a movie about how he was shunned because he never became a banker (I guess there's a long line of bankers in his family...it boggles me as to why, other than they're all about smuggling money out of the bank), then said that, if I don't promote him and his antics more (his words, not mine), he'd find me and make me pay.
I believe his exact words were this:
"I'll take your ass all the way to the bank!"
After about 30 seconds of silence, he asked if I was there, to which I said yes. He then asked me if I understood that pun, to which I said I did.
He then asked me if the delivery was off, and if so, then he was going to kill Eric Chad, his comedic coach.
I hung up, and haven't turned my cell on since.
Interesting evening, to say the least.
