Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because I Am A One Evil Backstabbing Bitch

So, there's this Danish boy that my stalker considers as a best friend. The thing is, he thinks of her as a great annoyance than a friend... let alone best friend. The Danish boy heard stories about me and wanted to meet me but my stalker denied him the pleasure. So one day he found out my screen name and IMed me. He's a funny guy, strange but funny. My stalker said that she didn't want me and the boy to meet since we're the same and we'll cause massive terror to the world if anything is to happen between us. Whatever that is supposed to mean. I got his phone number and we decided to meet one day when I'm in Boston. Funny how things work out: My stalker last semester was still in our old university in Boston, so I came to visit my friends and I slept over her place. At some point I ditched her under pretext that I'm meeting a dear friend of mine whose name I cannot state and off I went to finally meet the boy. We became very close friends; calling each other and planning next secret meetings (if I'm in Boston, I'd visit him, and he'd visit me if he's somewhere in the Tri-state or PA).

But where am I going with this? Yesterday, I was sitting in one of the thousands of lounges that my school has to offer and I was getting bitched at by my stalker (reason? how dared I pick my HW over her?! Am I the only one that sees something wrong in this statement?). As always, I smiled and smirked and added finishing touches to my physics homework, while she was calling me names and all this. But it turned very weird when that Danish boy decided to call me right then, probably to discuss my stalker and probably to thank me that I saved Boston from her. You're welcome. I reached for my cell phone to cancel the call but the clumsy me dropped it on the floor; my beautiful flip-phone slid on the floor to end up under her feet. She picked it up and opened it. Guess whose name she saw on the bright screen? Missed call: the Danish boy. She searched through my recent calls... and along the long list of random boys, there were multiple calls made to Danish boy. She closed my cell silently, stood up, and left. I wonder what caused this.

Strangely, I feel sort of bad about the whole thing; I feel like I did something wrong. I tried to forgive myself telling that it's all right, she's my stalker, she deserves this but it's sort of not working...

10:39 p.m. - January 27, 2006

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