The Stalker In Me

I don't mean I'm the scary person hiding in your tree with binoculars taking pictures or anything. But I use to be the immature high school girl stalker who has a crush (or obsession) with some boy at school and OCCASIONALLY (Darlene, Shhhh!) drives by their house wishing I could be in there making out with them. So sue me. Now, I'm not saying I still drive by guy's houses still or anything. Thats all behind me. Obviously.

But sometimes, I get this itch of stalker-ness. Nothing bad I guess. But sometimes I like to drive by our old apartment in Layton and see who lives there. Nooooo, I don't park and watch them. I just drive by and get super jealous. I miss our apartment soooo bad! That was our first home together. At first nobody was living there (that I could tell), but now some dang Dodge Charger is in OUR parking spot. I feel like knocking on the door and being like, "Dude, get out of my house, freakball. And move your flippin car out of my spot while you're at it." Cuz I'm weird like that. I get super attached to things. Yes. Cars, people, animals, clothes, everything. I bawled my eyes out when I traded in my Dodge Neon, for my Jeep. I felt so bad driving away from the car lot leaving Skittles there (Yes, I name my cars.) I hated Booger for the first couple days for stealing the spot of Skittles. I also secretly cried when my dad sold his metallic blue Lincoln. I watched the guy drive away in it until he turned the corner and I couldn't see it anymore. Wow, this all sounded normal in my head but as I write it, I realize I'm kind of a freak. ANYWAYS.... I love to love things. So yeah, that's all I guess. So I'm not really a stalker, I'm just an over lover. At least thats what I tell myself ;).

Please don't think I'm a weirdo now, I'm still the same ol' Malisa Rowena Rose Nishijima you all know (maybe a little too much) and love. =)

Have a good Saturday!!