some jackass who spent all of his time undressing me with his eyes at work and inquireing of my boyfriend (also at work-now deceased) about our sex life, has, 15 years later moved kitty window of me.
He was like, "heeeey!" (insert relationships that didn't happen here)
*pukes everywhere*
He 'thinks' he's a rock star and senenades the complex. A few glares and he's stopped asking me out. mood: pensive. disturbed. disgusted.
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"I'm sorry Katya, my dear, but where we come from, your what's known as a pet; a not quite human novelty. It's why we brought you.... It's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear, but here you are and here you'll sit."