don't need anybody else's crazy making me worse

I guess the anti-Shelley tirade is winding down. Cool. And to "anonymous" who left the 9th comment: I don't mind shit-talking, but actually talking ABOUT shit is kinda gross... hah.

Rob (aka the jailer dude aka psycho asshole) has officially gone insane. First, I did him and someone else a favor, non-sexual but I'm not gonna go into details on a public forum... then he puts his car keys in my grocery bag and then gets me to help him look for them. I don't find the sons of bitches until the next day, but my metro pcs bill had been due the day before so my phone was shut off. I called on Greg's phone to let him know I'd drop off his keys after I took my shower and got dressed, since I had just woken up. Then my cell starts ringing- Rob had payed my metro bill for me (I don't know how he got access to my account?) so he could call and harrass me about the damn car keys. His exact words- "I payed your phone bill, pay me back by giving me my car keys right now." So Greggie drove me over to a grocery store where Rob and I met up and I gave him his keys, I went to walk back to my man when he goes, "when are you gonna pay me back for the phone bill?"

Well, that's an interesting question, isn't it? After all, I had never actually asked him to pay it, and he's caused more problems with my phone than anyone else: stealing/breaking my last celly and forcing me to buy another one that I couldn't afford, calling overandoverandover so that no one else could call and I couldn't call out since the calls were placed so close together (phone harrassment, hah! and he calls Greg a stalker!), changing my phone number and making me lose half my customers. When am I gonna pay you back for the phone bill, Rob? How about when you pry it out of my cold dead fingers, is that soon enough for ya?

Apparently it wasn't. He proceeded to ring my phone ALL DAY LONG, making it impossible for me to get anything done on it except press the hang-up button when his number came up again and again and again. Eventually Greg commandeered the phone and each time Rob called he would answer, say "asshole", and hang up. Not very creative, I admit, but dickhead moves deserve dickhead responses. Then, he hacked back into my metro pcs account and changed my phone number, I suppose either to piss me off royally or so that only he could have it. Not only does he not have anything to do, but he's apparently infatuated with my junky ass. Well, it did piss me off royally- I guess he accomplished something. I had to spend about an hour on the phone with metro pcs putting my number back to what it was and then changing my security code (account password) and adding an extra one, making my metro number into a "high security account." He hasn't gotten in since. In fact, I've only answered the phone for him once since all that crapola, and only cause he called from a restricted number. I said hello, and the second I heard his obnoxious sarcastic "yeah..." I hung right the fuck up. I'm crazy enough, I don't need anybody else's crazy making me worse.

Last night I went to the drive-in, which was a ton of fun. I seen The Bucket List, which was good just cause it had Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman in it (it would've sucked otherwise, I'm sure of it). Then we moved the cones out of the way and seen the other movie, since we're cool with the drive-in manager like that- if we hadn't had permission, we would never have made it past the previews. The 9-foot camper truck is kinda hard to sneak around in, ya know? The second movie was Untraceable, which was pretty stupid- 'twas about some guy who was torturing and killing people live on the internet and the "murder weapon" is attached to a counter and they die faster if more people visit the site. The end was gay... no spoilers though.

Okay, this is goddamn hilarious...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2spZ-NDfS4&feature=related

Nothing else has really been going on... the cops are really up my ass lately. That's just about it- the library is 'bout to close anyways.