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AND THE PLOT THICKENS.

The store I work at is a couple minutes' walk away from the building I live in. Guess who showed up twice today? THE PSYCHO EX-ROOMMATE.

Yeah. My coworker Juanita, who is awesome, waited on her both times even though she tried to get in my line, because she is psycho. I usually see her in the store maybe once or twice a month, so this was no accident.

Tomorrow I am calling the landlord to find out why the fuck she is still in this building, and I am talking to my manager to see if I can't get her ass banned from the store. She owes me hundreds of dollars and I have a collections agency on my ass, but you know what? If I never have to see her again, it will be a small price to pay.

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In less disturbing news, you know my resolution to avoid all things Red Sox/Yankees today? Yeah, not so much. The aforementioned coworker Juanita is a Yankee fan, so of course we had to listen. Great game. Exactly what I needed to take my mind off the various Lifetime movie-of-the-week fodder goings-on of the day. I'm too scattered right now to have much to say, but I enjoyed the Yankees' pitching almost as much as I enjoyed the Keystone Kops they had on the field. What was that, six unearned runs? Hee.

14-3. Sweet.