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Jun. 19th, 2004 10:55 amFuck. I don't know what the hell is going on, but ever since this phone line got turned back on, AOL has been the slowest whore in town. It's pissing me the hell off. *grumbles*
And now for something that's been bugging me. Friday night I was at the front register, doing my happy "I get to leave at 6!" work-dance when I look up and see a short little blonde dude [I'd say man, but age alone does not make you one, so there you go.] walking out the store. And despite the fact that he'd lost weight and no longer screamed "sociopath!" in that easily identifiable way, I knew who he was immediately. I guess when you're friends with someone for a few years and then you grow to loathe them, you don't forget what they look like. It was C-ass's ex! The one, if I believe even a fraction of her stories, I would probably celebrate if he died.
If there was any doubt, he did a double take when he looked at the register, so I got an excellent look at his face. Plus there aren't enough people in this city, depite having lived here my entire life, who would do a double take for moi.
Normally this would have just made me a little pissed at seeing the jerk and a little sad because for about 8 months he was my only friend local-wise, and thus we spent a lot of time together. But he seems to have a tendancy to stalk people who are close to C-ass. If she were the only one who said this, I'd snicker and say she was delussional. Because she normally is. But he'd walk past Ari's store for hours, day after day, week after week, just looking through the windows to see if Cass was working. Ari just ain't nutty enough to make something like that up when it wouldn't do anything for her.
I do not need this jackass knowing where I work. I just... don't. On the other hand, I think I used to scare him, so maybe he's moved on or still afeared enough to keep his distance.
Since I've obsessed about this a smidge, nothing will happen. Or I'll be kidnapped and held at gunpoint until C-ass agrees to see him, only to tell him she's as good as married and then I'll die and have to haunt their dumb asses. Because if someone's going to kill me, Christ, I'd want it to be for something I did. :p
Fucking AOL just won't let me connect to ANY site. FUCK.
And now it's all better. I hope.
And now for something that's been bugging me. Friday night I was at the front register, doing my happy "I get to leave at 6!" work-dance when I look up and see a short little blonde dude [I'd say man, but age alone does not make you one, so there you go.] walking out the store. And despite the fact that he'd lost weight and no longer screamed "sociopath!" in that easily identifiable way, I knew who he was immediately. I guess when you're friends with someone for a few years and then you grow to loathe them, you don't forget what they look like. It was C-ass's ex! The one, if I believe even a fraction of her stories, I would probably celebrate if he died.
If there was any doubt, he did a double take when he looked at the register, so I got an excellent look at his face. Plus there aren't enough people in this city, depite having lived here my entire life, who would do a double take for moi.
Normally this would have just made me a little pissed at seeing the jerk and a little sad because for about 8 months he was my only friend local-wise, and thus we spent a lot of time together. But he seems to have a tendancy to stalk people who are close to C-ass. If she were the only one who said this, I'd snicker and say she was delussional. Because she normally is. But he'd walk past Ari's store for hours, day after day, week after week, just looking through the windows to see if Cass was working. Ari just ain't nutty enough to make something like that up when it wouldn't do anything for her.
I do not need this jackass knowing where I work. I just... don't. On the other hand, I think I used to scare him, so maybe he's moved on or still afeared enough to keep his distance.
Since I've obsessed about this a smidge, nothing will happen. Or I'll be kidnapped and held at gunpoint until C-ass agrees to see him, only to tell him she's as good as married and then I'll die and have to haunt their dumb asses. Because if someone's going to kill me, Christ, I'd want it to be for something I did. :p
Fucking AOL just won't let me connect to ANY site. FUCK.
And now it's all better. I hope.
