Sunday

SUNDAY

There was a time in my life when I didn't have people attempt to hijack my car, blackmail me into coming over, go crazy trying to break my iPod passcodes, squeeze a number from one to sixteen out of me, SOLVE my iPod passcodes(holy cow that freaked me out), ignore my personal motto of "I am socially awkward" and drag me into socializing, make me go red-faced by memorizing *cough*, and finally, serve me waffles with butter and maple syrup. 

The last part was just the icing on the cake. But I think I liked the middle part best. Torturing people is fun. Though when the person turns on you with insisting "number one to sixteen" again, you might have to um, think twice. Also, I got my revenge my opening all those apps and creating havoc within that iPad. But then I still had to choose a number. It wasn't fair. Zero wasn't accepted, and neither was seventeen D:  Gosh, who knew you could be that stubborn with just a number? Eventually, I picked nine. I shouldn't have done that. I should've gone with nineTEEN and stuck with it, standing my ground. But nooooo, someone had to give way, and I had to, but only because I was being polite. Yes. Polite. Nothing else. Also, you're crazy for doing that. And I loved it. :) 

Nearly got into trouble with Mommy and Daddy over the time, and it made me feel terrible, because then they apologized... TWICE. D: I feel so very bad for that, especially when I returned home and found out somebody called the house to talk to her. Exccuuuuse me now, "for future references"? I beg your pardon. You and your abilities to draw information out of me without me really knowing your true intentions. Well, now, from now on, I shall be ON MY GUARD. Har. Har. Har. Beware, creepy guy at work, beware.

All those ranting up there don't make no sense? Well then here's something that DOES make sense...

You don't need to know more. All you have to do is SEE. 

Those waffles. So. good. Omg I'm craving one right now just looking at this. Nuuuu! D:

Also, because the creepy guy at work is so freaking creepy the way he keeps creeping behind my back and calling my house without me knowing and creeping me out with his creepy skills of breaking my passcodes, I shall embarrass him with with something that creeped me out when I discovered his computer table.

Try not to get too distracted by the delicious waffle and melting butter.

For someone whose supposed to be creepy, that kitty there sure didn't make much conviction. XD

Because you're reading this on that very computer screen right now, that's why. :)

And also, because I'm an awesome stalker. Okay, maybe not up to par as you perhaps, but I'm getting there. I'm getting there. Watch out. For me. 

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In all seriousness though, I had a wonderful time :)

Sorry for my social-awkwardness-cum-anti-socialness, I tend to get rigid from my lack of being around friends' families. And I'd do anything right now to turn the clock back 24 hours so I can relive that last moment before I got into the car and drove off. Cause it was the best one, yet. And again, this one's just for you. :))) 

To others who are probably looking on this with completely confused looks, yes, this is generic. YES, I'M being generic. Don't laugh. I know I'm not usually like that. Just... yeah. The new me. Muahahahaha. 

P.S. I'm curious though, would you have REAAAAALLLY done what you said you would do if I had managed to free myself from the watchful eye of you three musketeers, and scurry back home? Because... I really cannot picture that happening. XD One day, I should do that and make a fool of myself just to find out. Should that one day ever come about again, though. 

Cheers. :)