well i have some pretty big sized ants in my pants. im in bitch land right now i think. im way on edge and i feel like either sitting in front of the tv or punching someone in the junk. in a little bit im going to hang out with some bitching people who invited someone i cannot stand nor do i trust at all. hes going to bug me i know because he told me the last time we were outside of work that he wanted to. super. and i yelled at jordan. and i quote "i don't care what you think, he's not coming over and thats that." (in reference to him inviting this creepy customer to my house to do construction work with jordan and dickles.) and i stand by that. i dont fucking care if jordan has a problem with me being too irrational (Which im not). i wouldnt invite a 30something year old woman to his house, especially if she always hits on him and comes into his work 5 times a day at least. and maybe hed understand if the opposite sex has throughout history preyed on his own sex. its pretty obvious i dont trust people very easily but this kid he invited is one i especailly distrust. i would bet my legs that he is not coming over here to work. how scary is it to have a creepy customer in your house knowing where you live without your permission? very. very very very very scary. ok i am planning something fun for monday so i must go.