Man… I’m cackling evilly…
GOD! I’m a stalker. Be afraid, really afraid!
Have I told you Google is my God? And I workship him and his knowledge every day.
*search, search*
Own… now I’ve spoiled my own evil plan. Damnit! Why do they have to have more than one location? Damn, damn, damn.
But just wait for me. I’m a bad, bad stalker girl. Just wait for me.
And I can assure you: this has NOTHING to do with my planned trip in the end of the year. *cof, cof*
Ps: HAHA, I do this when I’m bored.
Or maybe my life is so sad and dull that sometimes I want to see how other people’s life is. Yeah, I’m sick. Sue me.
Pps: I’m going obsessed all over again about that gay-guy. Every time I think about it I have those annoying little fangirl giggle.
I can’t help it.
Especially now, that a little bird – here you read: a girl who goes to the same university as him – told me that he’s not gay. At this point you can insert me in a huge wild party. Alone, of course. At least that’s what he said.
I have the slight impression that I knew/heard that already.
And, yes, this has nothing to do with the person above. However, as stalker as.
Now I’m off,
~Vanny
