I attract the crazies
I've been meaning to write here more, but .... things and stuff. But I couldn't resist sharing this one.
I attract crazy people.
I knew this already of course, but seriously!
I went to see crazy Dan last week. I walked into the group home where he is now staying and thought that one of the guys sitting in the kitchen looked familiar. But then thought nothing of it and kept walking.
I was waiting in Dan's room for him to finish his coffee (or the dishes, or whatever) when I hear the following:
"Was that Sara?"
"Yeah.. you know Sara?"
"Yeah, do you mind if I go say hi?"
"No, go right ahead"
So I hear a knock at the door and look up to see my little sisters ex boyfriend.
Dave.
In the crazy house.
With crazy Dan
This is the bf that cheated on my sister (1 mark in the crazy column) with my roomate (another one in the crazy column and one in the piss me off column) a couple of years ago.
He proceeds to tell me that he was in jail and that some people were hurt, but "not like hurt, hurt... they're ok *now*"
and that he spent some time in Pinel as well.
So yeah, I go to the crazy house and they all know me there. (And no, I'm not talking about my mum's place.)
The people must think that we were all roomies over at Pinel or that I make them all crazy.
I attract crazy people.
I knew this already of course, but seriously!
I went to see crazy Dan last week. I walked into the group home where he is now staying and thought that one of the guys sitting in the kitchen looked familiar. But then thought nothing of it and kept walking.
I was waiting in Dan's room for him to finish his coffee (or the dishes, or whatever) when I hear the following:
"Was that Sara?"
"Yeah.. you know Sara?"
"Yeah, do you mind if I go say hi?"
"No, go right ahead"
So I hear a knock at the door and look up to see my little sisters ex boyfriend.
Dave.
In the crazy house.
With crazy Dan
This is the bf that cheated on my sister (1 mark in the crazy column) with my roomate (another one in the crazy column and one in the piss me off column) a couple of years ago.
He proceeds to tell me that he was in jail and that some people were hurt, but "not like hurt, hurt... they're ok *now*"
and that he spent some time in Pinel as well.
So yeah, I go to the crazy house and they all know me there. (And no, I'm not talking about my mum's place.)
The people must think that we were all roomies over at Pinel or that I make them all crazy.