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Today at noon I got a phonecall on my cell. I never get calls, and it was from an unknown number but with a 319 area code. I took it. The guy tells me he's from the FBI and (here's my being terrified) tells me he's doing a background check on my friend and wants to chat. I ask, in person? He tells me, yes, he's in the Cole parking lot and will walk over to meet me in the commons.
TERRIFYING! The FBI totally stalked me out at Cornell.
But in reality, it's also hilarious. Mr. FBI agent and I hung out on the OC and talked about Megan and how rocking she is. Well, I did that part and he laughed about having to ask about her salicious activities. Crazy. Really.
Otherwise, still a lackluster day. Katherine came over for an hour of delightfully trashy television which changed my mood around instantaneously. Sometimes all I need in the world is an hour with my good friend. And some trash television. And promises of a sweetass drunk date this weekend.
Tomorrow is another day.
Today at noon I got a phonecall on my cell. I never get calls, and it was from an unknown number but with a 319 area code. I took it. The guy tells me he's from the FBI and (here's my being terrified) tells me he's doing a background check on my friend and wants to chat. I ask, in person? He tells me, yes, he's in the Cole parking lot and will walk over to meet me in the commons.
TERRIFYING! The FBI totally stalked me out at Cornell.
But in reality, it's also hilarious. Mr. FBI agent and I hung out on the OC and talked about Megan and how rocking she is. Well, I did that part and he laughed about having to ask about her salicious activities. Crazy. Really.
Otherwise, still a lackluster day. Katherine came over for an hour of delightfully trashy television which changed my mood around instantaneously. Sometimes all I need in the world is an hour with my good friend. And some trash television. And promises of a sweetass drunk date this weekend.
Tomorrow is another day.