infinitelykaty

Minds are officially blown.
Let me tell you about this crazy thing that happened to me just now, that is making me say "Holy CHRIST" aloud between puffs of smoke inside my head.
I checked the WVPRS forums to see if there was anything planned for tonight. AJ posted this e-mail he had received from a girl who just moved to Morgantown and was interesting in joining the team.
Alena D. was the name. I didn't think too much about this when I first read it. Then I remembered...at about this time last year I participated in a world-wide mix cd exchange. The theme was Winter. The people that signed up were split into groups of five.
There was an Alena D. in my group. She loved my cd, I loved hers (in fact I'm listening to it right now).
Now...what are the chances that this Alena D. that I traded cds with last year, is the same Alena D. that is now living in Morgantown and wants to join my ghost hunting team?
I don't know how to do the calculations on that, but I'll spare you the suspense.

It's the same fucking Alena D.

Somewhere in my brain, a tiny man just fell off his bicycle.

Life is CRAZY.