The creeper at the post office who told me I was "absolutely stunning" and then preceded to follow me to work, along the way telling me that "I couldn't be from Anadarko because they don't have pretty girls like me."
I have come to the conclusion that creepy people flock to Anadarko...or maybe they just flock to me?
When people repeat things that I tell them (which weren't meant to be told in the first place, let alone repeated).
Getting off at 3:15 everyday--I love my hours.
My pink resume paper.
Until next time,
The Intelligent Blonde