So where did it go?
It started on Friday, where we went boogieing down at Tiger Tiger. It was an uncomfortable situation, because as my life goes, my boyfriend was on the way to New York - and quite frankly I am missing him like crazy - and my stalker and ex were at Tiger. Ex drove me home, cept the cops started following him. Instaed of being a gentleman and stopping the car, he put foot and floored it over traffic circles and through red lights through the quiet suburb of Craighall. All while I was screaming. Then he turned a corner and almost crunched his car into a pole. But I am alive. But aslo completely and utterly PISSED OFF. The cops let him go, it's amazing. Three cop cars actually let him go.
He took me for breakfast the next day to say sorry, but it didn't go down well - literally, the jagermeisters the night before were making me feel sicker than well, the sickest person in the world. I haven't heard from ex since then. I think it's because:
1) His best friend stalks me
2) Like that's MY fault!
3) I shat on him for almost killing me
4) He had to buy me breakfast
5) He's pathetic
Last night, that's Sunday, myself, Nick, Greg and Tappers drove around town, with the windows down past Georges, listening to Vanilla Ice. I love embarrassing people like that. It was rather amusing. The Georges crowd doesn't appreciate stuff like that. We then ended up in...Linksfield of all places. Linksfield is your US equaivalent of say, Vomitville, Alabama, or Hickville, Mississippi. Either way, it was rather orderly this place we went to: normal people and stuff. Nick is Ex's best friend, but we get on very well. We laughed intul our sides hurt and swapped notes on how to bridge the power gap when it comes to exes. See, he's having the same problem with his, very conveniently.
Sometimes I wonder that I just constitute my own chaos because I'm bored.
How ca it be Monday already?? This totally blows.