A few words before I go to work. Huzzah!

[seethingheathen]

So, yesterday at work, the one who said he dreamt of me came back. Great, now I've got a fucking stalker. He spent the better part of an hour trying to convince me to go to bed with him, and when was disinclined to acquiesce, he tried to get me to at least kiss him good-bye. Er, no. There are several reasons why having sex with this man, let alone kissing him, is just disgusting:

• He's nearly always pissed, and he reeeks of it.


• He doen't hide the fact that he uses copious amounts of amphetamines and other drugs.


• He's over 40.

Sick, man. Sick.