Apr 02, 2009 21:30
so.
i was crossing the street. had a good day, love my students, grabbed some cheese to make lasagne for my lovelies that are coming over. trying to find a good song on my ipod. i look up and see someone walking to their car, and i think hm, she's kinda fine. there's something familiar about her. she reminds me of someone. she unlocks and gets into the same fucking car that genne has.
it's motherfucking genne.
she's in berkeley. around the fucking block from where i live. from where she knows i fucking live.
she doesn't see me. she sits in her car for a moment and drives off. my heart crunches.
what in the fuck.
((now logically, i know she's not stalking me. she was wearing a hoodie from san francisco state university and she had previously mentioned wanting to go there. she was walking out of an lgbt center place, and probably even had legitimate reason to be there. i also, legitimately, never want to see her in my neighborhood (where i fucking sleep and fart and feel safe, okay, and no fucking thanks to her) again. in fact, i'd rather pretend that didn't just happen. seriously, just, fucking fuck her))
genne,
what the fuck