Meet Jack the bastard, he was born without a face.
Apparently, the creepy guy that I was nice to on the bus for five minutes that stalked me around my school is now making appearances at my work, demanding to know when I'll be in next. Everyone at work seems quite worried about me because of his behavior.
I also lost my phone for a couple of days, but just found it and my seven new voicemails and eleven new text messages. Sorry.