Endelig ble jeg ferdig med eksamene mine og du vet hva det betyr? You guessed it freedom, more specific work. I know what you're thinking, "Oh, poor moron, don't you see you're trading one hell for another?"
What? You weren't thinking that? Well, screw you. I'm still psychic, and my name's Merete! and at least this hell pays, granted not as much as you mom, but more than studying does.
Aside from that not much has happened, so as usual not much has changed.
Oh, I was going through some random pictures, that were randomly lying around in a randomly random position, and I thought "Hey, I should take a look, maybe there a pretty picture of a pretty bird there" Need I say more there were several. You see I just happened to stumble over proof that somebody is stalking me. Yes, you heard me I have proof. Nobody believed me. You all thought I was insane but HA! Here is the damn proof. So you can all kiss. My. Pimply. Ass!
I was in such a shock it's wasn't 'till I was washing of the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead... Wait that didn't happen to me. Seriously though it's a little freaky, slightly perverse and highly satisfying.
Everyone should have a stalker it really does boost your confidance, while at the same time forces you to be cautious, and just a little parinoid.
Catch yah on the flipside!
