I'm Aisling. I'm a "dorkerella," on the never ending quest to be the world's greatest know-it-all. This is my story.
Holy fuck, I am freaked out.
Tonight after work I was supposed to go to Parkinson Recreation Centre to volunteer for a dance thing. But I got home from work 5 minutes after everyone left, and they thought I was going to meet them there. But I don't know how to get there, so I waited outside, and hoped for someone to come home. After an hour, I noticed a guy walking in front of my house. He went back and forth a few times, and I was like 'Ok, that's weird.' So I headed toward Richter, because it's a busy, kind of highway, which connects to Highway 97, and it's kind of lit up, so that's where I went. And the man kept following me!!! So, I walked really fast up 3 blocks or so, and he caught up to me and grabbed my arm! So, I just bolted in the opposite direction, without looking back, and then jumped on a random bus, because it was the only thing I could think of doing. By the time I realized what the hell had happened, I didn't know where the hell I was, so the bus driver told me to just stay on the bus until we got back downtown. So, I did that, and then I ran home all paranoid, and burst through the door, and Joanne was there. She'd called loads of people, and was afraid I had been abducted or had got sick on the way home.
Anyway, I'm alright, but it was soooooo fucking scary.
And before that, at work, I mailed out 500 letters for people in the Kootneys for a CNIB Open House, and one of them was for my step-grandmother's mother. So, like, my step-great-grandmother. Crazy huh?
Okay, THAT'S IT for me, I'm going to go curl up into a ball and be scared.
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