Jeff Billimek’s Journal

When I woke up this morning I had a voice-mail from my Mom. She asked me to call her as soon as I could. I called her and she informed me that her father, my grandfather, had passed away last night. She said that she is going to try to fly out to Harrisburg today to be with my grandmother.

I helped her find a flight for this afternoon at 4pm. She said that she would be calling Larry and would also get back with me when she has more information about the funeral.

When I got to work I went to my normal Wednesday meetings. Around lunchtime I chatted with Larry briefly and got an email from Dad about my grandfather. I tried to reply to him but at that time I started to experience networking problems on my home PC and it never went though. While I was trying to figure out what happened, the network degraded more until it cut off. I blame the stupid shorewall firewall that came with Mandrake. I think there are some overzealous rules that start blocking ports and IP’s whenever it gets bored.

I got an email from an engineering firm here in Atlanta. They want to use one of my photos (I think it may be this one of a kayaker) from my photo album in some manuals they are making. They want to know my rate. I’ll call them tomorrow and see what we can arrange.

I gave Anil my last three buddy-passes for him and his family to use on a trip to Orlando tomorrow. We went to the ticket office and got the tickets and got him ready to go tomorrow.

The drive home was pleasant because it was a stunningly-beautiful spring day today.

While I was eating dinner, I got an instant-message on lavalife from someone I sent a ’smile’ to. ‘Becca’ was from Colorado and liked to ski, play tennis, and go hiking. We chatted for an hour or two. Things seemed to be going really well. I was ’shocked and awed’ at all of the things we seemed to have in common. I even mentioned at one point that it seemed almost too good to be true.

And that’s exactly what it was.

While we were chatting, I shared with her my photo album. She was visiting my website and commented on something. In a small window on my desktop, I have my web server activity logged. I noticed her comments were corresponding to activity going on at the same time. The IP-address looked really familiar, but I didn’t think more about it.

After we concluded the conversation (we made tentative plans to meet Friday after next), I started to feel a little paranoid, so I checked my old logs against that IP-address. My heart sank as I saw that it belonged to my psycho ex-girlfriend.

She actually created a fake account with fake pictures and masqueraded as someone else! How _pathetic_ can someone get? How low can someone go? I called Craig and explained to him what just happened. He was pretty shocked himself. He told me that this is just more proof that my ex-girlfriend is a psycho stalker and that I’m better off without her. He suggested that I play along and then when we’re supposed to me, not show up. I wanted nothing of that. I just want her out of my life.

I fired off an email to Michele letter her know the game was up, and asked that she leave me alone. Then, while I was taking a shower, ‘Becca’ started sending me IM’s. She launched into a long and disturbing speech about how she will always hunt me and I can’t get away from her. This was my favorite quote:

“I will track you like a falcon on a cloudy day”

The bridge between us is so far from burnt I can’t even put it into words. I’m so angry right now I can’t even see straight.