Jessica’s Very Secret and HIGHLY PERSONALLY EMBARRASSING DIARY…

Nov. 5, 2008:
It’s pretty common, living in a place like Thatcher, to see a lot of the same people. The people you see at noon on the way to class, 10:00 pm at Wal-Mart, on the way to work, at work, on the way from work… you get the idea. You get pretty familiar with their mode of transportation too. There’s that chick with the moped (on the way to Biology), that dude with “that’s what she said” written on his back window (I see him at Wal-Mart a lot), and then there’s that creepy guy on his bike (you never actually know where he’s gonna pop up).
What isn’t common, however, is to see the same vehicle EVERYWHERE you go. Especially a fancy black one with heavily tinted windows. The kind of fancy black vehicle that I’ve seen so much lately I’m beginning to think it’s stalking me. I’ve never been able to see who the driver is and I’m getting a little curious. Hmmm…
And now for something completely different:
Have you ever had one of those days where you just hate scorpions? I have. Take today for instance. I walk into the bathroom to take a shower, I get the water running, I go to step inside and BAM! I see a scorpion! IN THE SHOWER!! The nerve of these household pests! Honestly! So I yell at it, freak out for a little bit, take a few deep… cleansing… breaths… and unceremoniously remove it’s stinger with a razor and flush both halves down the toilet. Look out scorpions! I’m merciless!!
R.I.P. Michael Crichton. Author of suspense, gore, and mystery dies of cancer on Election Day. Poetic in a twisted kind of way.
Speaking of Election Day… no… I changed my mind… let’s not.
Still a little jumpy,
Jack