oh, how crazy people freak me out...
So there was this one time when I was young and naive and trustworthy. Not so much anymore though. I've been screwed over and lied to and been toyed with one too many times. However, now I am also on guard against the crazy people out there. Now, you may say to yourself, "But Claire, you know lots of crazy people." And you would be correct. However, all the crazy people that I know (for the most part) are crazy in a good way; i.e. they are fun crazy and spontaneous crazy, etc., etc.. I think you catch my drift. But tonight, oh boy. I went to the movies with Alex and Mike, and some guy that I've been around two, maybe three times decided to hunt me and Alex down and watch the movie with us. And it was very creepy, seeing as how he didn't know what movie theatre we were going to or who else was going. And you know, the fact that he wasn't even invited and never talked to either one of us about our plans for the night just added to the psycho factor. Weird. I don't like it. I'm just really happy that he doesn't know where I live and doesn't have my phone number. Can we say stalker? "Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid."