Stalking Charlie

Saturday, June 5

I've got to be the dumbest person in the existence of mankind. She conned me! That jerk tricked me with a fake number. Why she did it, I have no idea. I called Charlie today, hoping to strike up another conversation with my newly found friend. You can guess how surprised I was when a woman picked up and cheerily greeted me with a "Hi! This is Puppetto's Pizza Parlor, how may I help you?"

I could feel myself about to scream then, but at the moment I don't know whether to be angry or happy with the fact that I'm now eating the most delicious pizza I've ever had in my life. (I mean, seriously. It's bangin'. ) Should I be okay knowing that she had absolutely no intention of talking to me in the first place? I mean, I didn't even ask for her number, she gave it to me with a smile. So excuse me if I'm a little confused.

Well, if she wants to play stupid games, then so be it. I hope she likes eggs, because she's about to get an entire carton right through her window. If I've learned anything in my bleak existence as a nobody, it's that you can't take shit sitting down.

...wait.
...I mean you can but....

...shut up. :/

-Max