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Iapos;m cranky. It would appear that I�have a creeper magnet in my head that I�am just now aware of.
Last night everything was going peacefully. I was working on my paper, reading a good book, playing with our puppies, just chilling. Then I checked my Facebook. He found me. The Ex.
A brief history:�Itapos;s been 7 months since I�dumped him and after countless pleading messages and wall posts I�finally had to block him from Facebook and�Myspace. Then the text messages and phone calls began. At first they were begging me to reconsider. They turned mean very quickly. He accused me of giving him an STD, cheating on him, sleeping around, being a whore and countless other things. After a few weeks of ignoring him he went away. Then in the summer he had his new girl friend call me and say things like, "whore"�and then hang up. After a while that stopped too. Then in�September it began again with some of his friends texting and saying they saw my number on a bathroom wall and knew I�was a slut and could we meet up later? So I changed my phone number. I�hadnapos;t heard from him in a few weeks (thank GOD) until last night.
My Facebook inbox said I�had one unread message. From him. How the fuck did he find me? The only logical answer is that he deleted his account (thereby taking himself off my block list)�and then made a new account and started harassing me. My solution? I�blocked him again.
Then there is Damon. I�was sitting on the empty bus with my "fuck off"�headphones on. Damon insisted on sitting next to me and bombarding me with questions. I was polite and answered as vaugely as I could. He was getting pretty damn personal. Then he asked for my number. Nice girl that I�am, I gave it to him. BIG�mistake. He called me every day asking to go to lunch. Finally I�invited him to hang out at my place with some other people. He came 30 minutes earlier than�I�said, I�wasnapos;t even home He left early to. Then called me at 1 in the morning to "hang out". Yeah...bootycall is more like it. Damon is SO�far from my type itapos;s not funny. Heapos;s short and round and a freshman. No thanks. Anyway, he texted me a week later. "What are you doing tonight?" Not wanting to let him down too hard I�replied, "dinner and a movie." Most normal guys would assume that I was going on a date and wouldnapos;t press the question. Not Damon. He asks, "oh cool can I come" Ummm NO. I�told him it was�a date, even though I was just going with friends. Last night,�Damon calls me to ask a million and one questions about my "date". Did you have fun? Are you going out again? Are you a couple now? UGGGHH. I�wanted to hit him through the phone. Iapos;ve only spoken to the guy twice and now he is prying into my made up personal life? Loser.
FInally there is Eric. Eric is desperate for attention. Any attention. He calls me last night at 11:30pm. I�didnapos;t answer the first time because I�was asleep. The second time the ringing woke me up and I�hit ignore. Then he texted me, "hey wut r u doin". ITapos;S MIDNIGHT (on a Wednesday)�WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK Iapos;M DOING???
I�leave my phone on so someone can call me incase they are bleeding out the eyeballs or maybe being attacked by zombies, not so you can harass me about "what Iapos;m doing"
The End.

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