I like to go outside sometimes for my break, simply to go outside and feel the weather, watch the traffic go by. Well, I'm pretty sure someone followed me out on Friday. It could have been purely coincidental, but I doubt it.
So this lady comes out and tells me her life story. I won't get too into it, but keep in mind I'm trying to just think. By myself. In other words, get away from me and stop talking to me. I'm far too polite to say that, though. So I listen on. And she's getting very close to me as she talks to me, up in my face. Then she randomly touches me. I suspect she was on something but I'm still in denial over how crazy people naturally are.
I told my friend about the touching part which was the most odd. He laughed and said I should have touched her back. I replied, "I should have with a closed fist. Then kept on blasting Tatu on my ipod." I should begin bringing my mp3 player to work, that reminds me.
This interaction sounds worse than I'm describing it. That's the problem with text.
(11:42:54 PM): ur alma mater paid snooki 32 grand to talk about her hair
(11:42:58 PM): FOR THE WIN
(11:43:06 PM): AT THE BUZZER
I've been trying to keep up with the NBA playoffs. If only to listen to Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith's post-game review.
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