Why Rachel and I shouldn't talk (Kelsey, IM Backlog)

Greetings, my fellow akmvakdsmfs!

I want you all to know something.

Rachel is...

Well. How to put this delicately?

Rachel is a freak.

Yeah, you've heard me correctly, my friends! She is a freak. Undeniably the freakiest person in the whole freaky world. She is so freakish that only a freak like myself can stand her freakishness.

Anyways.

This post contains the secret to our friendship and also probably the shortest story you will ever hear about us.

This post contains the very essence of Rachel.

Proceed with caution, Questers. Caution!

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It was a beautiful summer day, if I recall correctly. It might also have been one of the other seasons, probably Christmas time. I don't know. You decide!

Rachel and I were shopping. Actually, we might have been shopping for groceries. Maybe. So it might have been the summer.

This is going to drive me crazy.

WAS IT YOU, YOU WHORE SEASON?!

Anyways. Rachel and I were shopping at probably the only store we will ever agree on: Martin's!

MARTIN'S

So, we were shopping at Martin's and had a nice little basket going on. Having fun. Laughing loudly. And, suddenly, we're walking down an aisle and I look to Rachel and she's walking like this:

She wasn't wearing a bikini, though. But she did look like this.

So, shes walking down the aisles high stepping the shit outta that store. I am obviously baffled as hell, so I turn to her and this conversation ensues.

"Rachel, what are you doing?!" I ask, baffled, mystified, confused. Stunned, even!

"Its called MotWalking!" She replies, confidently, looking at me as if I am stupid.

"Oh, really?" I reply, feeling ashamed. I am not the hippest in the world, I know that.

I will always remember this moment. She calmly puts down her legs, smiles at me, shaking her head slight, and says:

"Nope!"

before prancing off to cause havoc with other people's minds. 

So, there you have it, everyone. She is evil. EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL.

IM BACKLOG TIME HO'SHIT ITS GOIN DOWN MOFOCKER.

OrochiNazi (6:07:13 AM):	I'm eating those blueberry doughnut holes.
OrochiNazi (6:07:44 AM):	Also. It is my one month anniversary today.
Kelsey Owens (6:07:49 AM):	Congrats!
OrochiNazi (6:08:02 AM):	To the doughnuts? Absolutely!
OrochiNazi (6:08:05 AM):	I agree.
Kelsey Owens (6:08:06 AM):	ha
Kelsey Owens (6:08:18 AM):	Actually, I laughed rather loudly at that one
Kelsey Owens (6:08:19 AM):	nice
OrochiNazi (6:08:56 AM):	We all know that anything remotely involving a doughnut is worth profound congratulations.
Kelsey Owens (6:09:03 AM):	Exactly.
Kelsey Owens (6:09:12 AM):	I am in complete agreement
OrochiNazi (6:09:43 AM):	You ever meet someone who insists on being awesome.
OrochiNazi (6:09:55 AM):	The answer is me.
OrochiNazi (6:10:22 AM):	Also, I somehow hit a combination of buttons in word and opened the envelope mailer function thing
Kelsey Owens (6:10:33 AM):	I...don't know what that means
OrochiNazi (6:12:20 AM):	Me either.