Fame

During a skype date with one of my favorite humans, I was informed I have a stalker.  A celebrity type stalker . . . not the creepy type.

I feel like Kevin Bacon.

A stalker . . . you know you're on your way to fame! fortune! world domination! when you have a stalker.  Even if that stalker is one of your favorite humans.

But, now I have this insane pressure to do something, anything, worth being stalked for.  Oh, fame, you're so fickle.