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    Today I had the unfortunate experience of being trapped on the highway next to a lunitic screaming "Please talk to me!"  The really unfortunate part is that the person doing it is my now ex-boyfriend.

     I left our apartment as he was pulling in. (I have been staying away at my parents house while they are out of town.) I was running late to work as
always and stopped quick to grab smokes then sped unusually fast down the highway trying to make it to Dallas by 2. About 10 mins into the drive I notice MY CAR comming up behind me! (I have borrowed my mother's car for a long time to let my "boyfriend" use mine.)

    First of all he must have been going like 80 to catch up with me that fast, (I stopped at the store so he had to have sat there and thought about it for a bit.), and second of all if he gets stopped he will be going to jail. (I won't mention why out of respect) This is all happening on one of the new ramps on i30 in fort worth...only two lanes, tons of traffic all day long. He came right up next to me and started screaming the please and why won't you talk to me, give me another chance yatta yatta crap, meanwhile there are cars lining up behind us staring at the spectical (I hate being the center of attention due to panik attacks) There was nothing I could do! Well, except roll up the window so I couldn't hear him (but I as smoking) and block his view of me with my arm over my head. Why I couldn't stop laughing is a mystery to me.  lol!  Maybe it was the sheer patheticness of the ordeal, but I
have always been very giggly when I am nervous/stressed anyway and I am running on no sleep this week. If there weren't so many damn cars I could have just slowed down, but he was matching my spead all to well with all the traffic. Meanwhile the concrete on my right was becoming an option when I simply rolled up the window so I couldn't hear him screaming and he backed off and exited thank god!
    On a lighter note I grew an inch this last year and now all of my pants are too short. heehee! I noticed this today at work because my socks were bright dorkey white  and I looked like I had some kind of high waters on. (no time to be choosey this morning)   I came back, tried on all my pants and sure enough, they are all like that. Oh goody. People who have never seen me might not know why this is important enough to mention...I am short, so I am quite happy to be bragging about the inch. Also I am 26 years old so I find it odd that I am still growing!?

(5'1/105 pounds since 6th grade untill this year making it a whole 5'2 !!!
woohoo! Thank god I can walk in insainly high heals)
    I have been paranoid as fuck lately! The other night after I got hime from the airport and was in a back room at my partents house when I thought I heard knocking on the window! I jumped up, and ran to the bathroom. (why the bathroom and not a room with a phone you ask? nuances, its all about the nuances.) Once in the (saftey?) of the bathroom I realized my error but was to afraid to unlock the door and head to the bedroom. I started searching for weapons. Now in the typical american bathroom (or even europe I would assume) you might be hard pressed for pointy or mennacing objects but not in my chosen sanctuary. Luckily I left my mace there the night before I left for my DC weekend. (Does mace explode on plains? Is it allowed in airports?) Yay me for not putting my stuff away! Weapon in hand I creeped out of the bathroom and searched the house in a very FBI movie style way. No monsters, scary men or ex-boyfriends I am glad to report But I did find my cat waiting outside the window and wanting to come inside. *feels stupid*
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