Stalker

First of all, if anyone has prayed, thank you. Things are not much better but I'm still alive and at work, and I have a car, and school, and hopefully most of my friends left. So we'll see how the next few days pan out. Most of what happens to me, I feel like, is karma, or consequence. I can't really bitch, because I'm the one that made the choices that have now brought me here.

So anyway, last weekend my sister and I went to the mall. It was a Friday night and we were walking into McRae's from the outside and I saw this big roach. I, of course, hopped through the door and screamed, and my sister laughed at me. I looked back at the roach and looked at her and said "It's like he knows he's not good enough to come in here." She then put on her affected southern-rich-girl accent and walked through McRae's pretending like she worked there. (Note: she's funnier than me)

"Oh my GAWD, it's a roach at the do-ah!"

"Do you have a chaage caaahd, Roach? If you don't, you simply must. We don't just serve anyone at Mac-Ray's."

"This is not the right sto-ah, you need to go to Sears."

She always cracks me up when she does that. When we left, the roach was gone. Probably to Sears. So anyway, last night I get home from class, and I walk into my dark house (note to self: turn lights on before you to to class, fool) and start flipping on lights. As I'm turning on the bathroom light and walking in, I see the same roach. I swear, it was him.

I scream.

Then I sneak out into the bedroom to see if I can find it, cause I can't sleep if it's running around. There it is!

I scream.

I run away.

It runs towards me! I swear that thing curved around and came hurtling towards me at 85 miles an hour. I grabbed my shoe and with a war cry proceeded to beat the goo out of it.

I killed a roach. The thing I am scared of the most. I did it all by myself.

(When I was cleaning it up, I found a tiny McRae's bag clutched in it's arms.)