Friday, June 15, 2012

A note about creepers.

Hello, dearies.
Is that too creepy?
Is it okay if I call you deary?
I love to be creepy while writing sometimes. And also while online. You just don't know it. Cause I do the creep from profile to profile. I sure hope there is never a way to view how many times someone has been on a person's page. That would be disastrous. But then again, I'm not the only creep out there. A lot of people would be equally embarrassed.
Openly creepy people bother me. I'd rather be oblivious to your creeping ways than see you all the time in public, conveniently wherever I happen to be. Maybe not. I just wish creepers like that weren't on this planet. When I was in school, there was always one guy like that. He would literally sneak up behind me and pick me up. I kicked him where it hurts on accident one time. Or maybe it was subconsciously on purpose. Anyway, he never did that again.
In case you ever find yourself in a position where you're being creeped on, aka being the creepee, you should always make a beeping noise to alert nearby friends to come to your rescue. It has always worked for me.
Beep beep beep beeeeeep beeeeeeeeeep. Longer beeps if it becomes urgently unbearable.

o.O <-- creep face.
Friendship is magic.



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