I need to get some sleep, but recent events are keeping me wide-eyed and afraid. Especially what happened at work today. The horror, the horror.
Once a month at work, we all meet in the break-room for a presentation. The first thing I saw when I walked in was her. Sneakers'n'sweats. She was standing all alone and I decided to be friendly and say hello, since I would be walking right past her. I looked at her, she stared me directly in the face. She opened her mouth wide. I assumed she was gonna say hello, when this odd, loud croak left her mouth. It sounded EXACTLY like the bullfrogs I used to hear mating at the lake down the road from my mom's house. I paused for half a sec, then picked up the pace. All baffled and confused, I joined my co-workers and watched the presentation. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little bit afraid. That was deliberate. Bitch fuckin CROAKED at me!!!!!
A little while later, I messaged a work-friend. He knows about her fetish of shitting in the stall next to me, and wasn't all that surprised. Here's my best recollection of what our messages were like:
Amy:She looked directly at me and croaked!! She did it on purpose!! Does she do that to anyone else??
T:Not that I've ever seen.
Amy:Do you think she read my blog about her?
T:Probably. You better watch your back. She's probably plotting your death.
(I start to think that perhaps the croak is a death-cry, a warning to potential victims.)
Amy:Shit, I think you're right.
T:You better take her out first.
Amy:Hmmmm.....I could fill a syringe with air, walk past her, then accidentally trip and stick her w/it?
T:Why don't you just shank her in the yard during rec?
Amy:LMAO LMAO, why do you know prison lingo?
T:OZ
Ok, so that was that. Next complaint on the agenda: Scumbag ex-roomates going through my mail. I know it's them. As soon as they are living next to me, my mail is all crazy looking, standing up in the mailbox when I get home from work. At one pt an envelope was grubby and covered in coffee grounds. I have asked them about this and they deny it. The day I was late for work, the mail had already come. I left it lying down in my mailbox, came home to it standing on end. I just KNOW it is them. My instincts are good about these things, plus it's kind of obvious. They're too dumb to make good criminals. Very soon, I will be setting up a security cam. I already have one, just need to find my video cables. At this pt, nothing would make me happier than getting their asses arrested. I have the feeling it is him, b/c he's the whackier of the two. Here's to hoping S's baby daddy be chillin' in the pen soon. This is pissing me off and making me crazier than I already am.
There is one more bit of bs stressing me out, but I think I'll wait on that one. Material for the next post, perhaps. My mind feels all jumbled up. Need sleep.
