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Dec 09, 2008 23:16

Today via Facebook I was recruited for the Miss Illinois Pageant (or as they like to call it, "Scholarship Program"). Where the hell do they find me? What on my Facebook makes them even think that I am "Miss Illinois" material?

I replied saying that I do not live in Illinois anymore.

sketch.

And as an update to the last post (because I know everyone is holding their breath) my group project worked out and was a success. My camera... that is a different story. It never found its way to my house, and Jay (aka random sketchy 50-year-old man from Baltimore that I had the pleasure of going to Atlanta with through college dems two weeks ago) is once again not answering his phone or returning my calls.

Jay, however, does not know that I am not one to mess with. If need be, I can be one hell of a determined bitch. With connections. How convenient is it that I have a police officer for a father with access to databases that can retrieve all legal information about a person with a simple cell phone number? Anyway, I left him a voicemail and email saying that if the camera was not in the mail at my house by the 15th, I would file a police report and the Baltimore police report would have a warrant to investigate the situation.

Karma. Its a bitch.
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