Aug 10, 2006 20:54
So yeah, some really weird chick at work is totally going to kill me and wear my skin. Or just try to like, date me.
One of those. And it's not like she's funny wierd, or neat weird, or even crazy weird, she's weird weird.
So anyway, she asks Emily for my number, and the dumb broad gave it to her.
So there I am, confused, and a little scared, with this girl who's trying to get me to go to her house so she can skin me.
Also, EVERYTHING is intense. Everything.