I can't wait to take a vacation and relax and enjoy life for a moment. And I can't wait for creepy stuff to stop happening to me! Let me explain...

So today, I slept in like I have every other weekend since high school. I get up around noon and of course, sit down to watch some quality television. The doorbell rings. I didn't really bother to get up and open the door. ( I can be lazy like that.) After a while, the front doorbell rings and again, I pretty much ignore it. But I go to the door to see who it is (you know, just in case) and I see this little pink slip slide through our mailbox. It's a delivery. So I quickly open the door and this guy comes and goes, "Why did you open the door?" And I'm like "Look, I just woke up and I didn't hear the doorbell." He tells me to sign, print my name, blah blah blah... gives me the package, I say, "thank you" and close the door. Well, while I'm signing my name, he tries to make small talk.
"Are you from Taiwan?" (the package was from Taiwan.)
"No, but my parents are."
"Have you ever been there?"
"Yes, once."
"I've been there. I liked Taiwan." By now, I'm done signing and go, "That's nice." And he gives me the package, I take it and that's it. Or so I thought...

I get back to my position on the lazy boy and the doorbell rings again. I'm thinking to myself, "Who is it now?" So I'm a little creeped out, since I just opened the door. I go to the peep hole (everyone should have a peep hole!) and it's the delivery man!! He's not holding a package and now I'm just spooked. He doesn't even leave another pink slip. WHY THE HELL DID HE COME BACK AND RING THE DOORBELL!?!?

So for pretty much the whole day, I've been spooked. Scared $hitless. I tried to tell my mom what happened but she just didn't quite get it. *sigh*

Why does all the creepy stuff have to happen to me?

My life blows so much sometimes...

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me.