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Apparently, my mother is stalking me. Yes, you heard me correctly. My mom is stalking me.
My bank statements still go home since I change apartments every year for college so it's much more convenient to still use the home address as my permanent address. My sister just told me that my mom opened up my bank statement and read through all the charges on my debit card. Much excitement ensued when my mother PULLED OUT A CALENDAR and started looking up all the dates on which I had used the card (which, if you know me, is every day. You can basically trace where I've been the entire month from my bank statement). She then started panicking and hyperventilating when she realized I had used the card *gasp* at the mall in the VALLEY on a WEEKDAY when I possibly couldn't get there by myself on the weekdays since I leave my car at home. OH NO IS NATALIE GOING OUT OF HER APARTMENT ON WEEKDAYS AND COULD IT POSSIBLY BE WITH BOYS?!? Apparently, she had a real fit and proceeded to trace down WHERE I HAD BEEN EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN' DAY!!! Why??? Why did Natalie buy gas on Thursday? Why did Natalie buy clothes on a Wednesday? Why did Natalie go to McDonalds on Sunday?
Good grief, aren't there laws about this?!
The most annoying part is somehow I vaguely feel like I'm in trouble but I haven't the faintest clue WHY I would be. Gah.
My bank statements still go home since I change apartments every year for college so it's much more convenient to still use the home address as my permanent address. My sister just told me that my mom opened up my bank statement and read through all the charges on my debit card. Much excitement ensued when my mother PULLED OUT A CALENDAR and started looking up all the dates on which I had used the card (which, if you know me, is every day. You can basically trace where I've been the entire month from my bank statement). She then started panicking and hyperventilating when she realized I had used the card *gasp* at the mall in the VALLEY on a WEEKDAY when I possibly couldn't get there by myself on the weekdays since I leave my car at home. OH NO IS NATALIE GOING OUT OF HER APARTMENT ON WEEKDAYS AND COULD IT POSSIBLY BE WITH BOYS?!? Apparently, she had a real fit and proceeded to trace down WHERE I HAD BEEN EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN' DAY!!! Why??? Why did Natalie buy gas on Thursday? Why did Natalie buy clothes on a Wednesday? Why did Natalie go to McDonalds on Sunday?
Good grief, aren't there laws about this?!
The most annoying part is somehow I vaguely feel like I'm in trouble but I haven't the faintest clue WHY I would be. Gah.
