Brutality of the Goddess

A good friend of mine has a serious problem: she has a stalker.  Woah.  And just when you thought they only exist in the movies or they only happen to someone else. 

Honestly, i wouldn’t mind if I were stalked by someone who was young, good looking, smart, and just about my type.  However, I don’t think there are stalkers of that nature.  My friend’s stalker happens to be as ancient as Silliman Hall, as grotesque as the rotos of the acacia, and as formidable as the mutated monster lurking in the bowels of the marine lab’s alligator pit.

It’s amazing how much he knows the whereabouts of my friend considering he’s not from the campus.  He follows her to classes, he stares at her in a freaky kind of way.  Good gawd!  He’s every bit as creepy.  Actually, I’ve got this hunch that he must have graduated Summa cum laude from the Hannibal Lecter School for Psychos, major in Stalking.

There’s bee word going around that he doesn’t just stalk anyone.  That person has to be mestiza, tall, and well, someone who has super model looks.  I have to admit, he has taste.

He might not be aware of it, but he’s really bothering my friend.  Now, she has to go everywhere with a body guard.  For goodness’ sake, he’s old enough to be her father or her grandfather at most.  he dresses up really shabbily.  AT least, he could stalk in armani exchange threads to make things look touche.

I do hope he stops and i do hope he grows up pronto!  Geesh, the chances of my friend falling for him are about a gazillion to 0.000000001.

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