Quite to my surprise when I was away
So today I got home from my wonderful job, and the day was long and the costomers sucked and were rude as always (with a few smiles here and there, don't get me wrong). But when I got home, man did I freak out and get some weird news.
Apparently, someone by the name of Shawn, and I DO NOT know a SHAWN, called my house to say that he loved me. My mother told me it went something like this:
*ring ring*
*click*
Mom: Hello?
Freak: Angelico! (me: Angelic-O?)
Mom: Uh, no, this is her mother.
Freak: Oh, well...tell Angelica that Shawn loves her!
Mom:.....*akward silence and dumbfoundedness*
Freak: *click*
This made my day go from bad, to exceedingly freaked out and akward. I do not want to return to school and find out I have a stalker...unless its the hot skater guy I like, but his name is not Shawn.
So, what this conversation is really about is stalkers, thats the name of the game.
Have you ever had one? If so was it freaky, akward, weird and just all around bad for your health? Please divulge here.
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