Oct 01, 2007 01:29
my crazy ass milkman at starbucks
thinks he is psychic.
chris and i broke up last friday
and today, my milkman says:
napoleon: "you're still in love with him."
me: "me? psshhh.... i've been over him. i've had a week to be over him."
napoleon: "you're still in love with him."
me: "whatever. no."
napoleon: "i told you you two would break up."
me: "you did?"
napoleon: "yeah. you want another psychic reading?"
::he holds my fingers.::
napoleon:"you're going to get back together again in the next three weeks. but two weeks after that you will break up again."
me: "hmm... what about the other guy?"
(NOTE: Napoleon knows NOTHING about Jon emailing me, or how I felt that Jon was way too hot for me last year.)
napoleon: "Why would you want someone you think is cuter than you? That's just torture."
me: ::GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASPPP::