Okay, of all the weird/funny rumors floating around California about me, this one takes the cake. Apparently, yesterday afternoon, my friend, and ex-roommate, Gabriel received a call from another friend of mine, telling him that I had died. He freaked out and ran to tell his mother Lea, another ex-roommate, and she about dropped her water bottle from the shock! I would've too when I found out, but I had no drink with me at the time. Oh well. Saves me some pop, I guess.
Anyway, the friend who bore the "bad news" appears to be hanging out with Jacktard, a lying SOB of an ex of mine, and the general thought is that he is the source of the rumor. It wouldn't have been the first time he lied about me, after all. But I found this just utterly ridiculous. I'm in one of the quietest little towns in Canada, for Pete's sake. You can hear a pin drop and your footsteps echo when there's no traffic. Above all, there's not very much crime that I have seen here, so how I would have died is beyond me. Maybe they think I died of the swine flu, or some sort of unexplained random hemmoraging of blood, or something. But seriously, it would take more than that to kill me apparently. I lost a lot of blood when I miscarried my baby, and I didn't even need a transfusion, though they talked about it.
How did I find out? My ex-boyfriend Jeremey told me, but most, if not all, of you would know him as Fisk/Enigma. I just happened to be online, and he IMed me out of nowhere with the news. How anyone could believe I just dropped dead is beyond me, though. I mean, I may have a bit of a stomach flu right now, but I'm still very much alive, and FAR from being dead!
...Stupid asshole. : P