Sidebar: --Mini-Man--

So, I don’t know how to be politically correct in a situation like this. But since I didn’t ask to be in this predicament I say F it. I have a midget stalker. Right now it’s confined to MySpace, thank God in Heaven. But it’s really concerning. Cyber-obsession is a serious matter and trust me the freak-factor is severely doubled when a midget wants to be your lover. I won’t give away his whole MySpace name because that is beyond mean, but I’ll give you a part of it: “(his hometown)’s Finest Midget”. And I’m not saying that little people can’t be easy on the eyes but believe me when I tell you that middle adjective is an overstatement. So far I’ve received six messages from him all detailing certain things we have in common such as the fact that we are both single and ‘pices’ and he asked the very direct question: “kood i chage that single part…” …Now you’d think if you’re going to be a midget that you’d make up for it in the spelling department. And as if this all wasn’t enough to deal with in and of itself, the boy/man has the nerve to take full body half naked pictures so he’s all squeezed up in the frame looking like a 4 year old with one abnormally sized muscle. And what little people have to understand is that although they may not take up that much space in real life, their bandwidth usage and HTML consume just as much time and space as the rest of ours. So imagine my nauseating surprise. Now, I don’t want anybody to get the wrong impression or think that I don’t like midgets, little people, or dwarves. They’re still people. I mean, I’m damn near a midget myself if you must get technical. But damn, can I at least get a stalker 5 feet and over?