Spokeo is my new addiction

I finally cut my nails on my right hand late last night, a.k.a. my guitar-playing nails. Playing classical might be a bitch more than usual as they grow back.

My mommy and I went to her friend Jun's funeral. My favorite part was the buffet afterward at the reception at Castaway's in Burbank. Worth noting: My mommy, trying to cheat by getting to the cemetery before the traffic of everyone else, once inside accidentally followed the wrong funeral! All cars with the same idea behind us were lost as well.

Nobody in the database was working at the mall. Boo. But as I was walking on the far end opposite of the Hot Topic, I noticed someone in the corner of my left eye pointing at me. I turned to look ... and it was my stalker, a.k.a. "Annoying Chick."

ANNOYING CHICK: I've seen you everyday--
RYAN: This is my first time seeing you this new year!
ANNOYING CHICK: Well, I've seen you--
RYAN: I swear you're hallucinating half of these encounters!
ANNOYING CHICK: Shut up!
RYAN: Did you lay off your seasonal workers?
ANNOYING CHICK: Blah, blah, blah ... hours got cut, the season's over ...
RYAN: It's just when I didn't see you for a week, I thought you had gone.
ANNOYING: Sorry, I'm here to stay.

On the outside, I was like, "Damn it!" But on the inside, in a somewhat masochistic kind of way, I'm flattered about having a stalker.

Can't believe there was nothing to do at home. But Spokeo.com is my new addiction!