how many ridiculous happenings can you fit into one week? i, apparently, am a pro at squeezing a million in.
last night, while anxiously waiting for fall out boy to come on stage, my phone got bombarded by awkward text messages. here are my favorites:
the ex: i miss you.
me: what do you miss?
the ex: you. not sex. well, sex too.
the ex wants to hang out, but thinks i see him as just a piece of meat. being that i have not called him in the last 3 months (we broke up 3 months ago tommorow), i beg to differ.
midnight snack: u think it would be awkward if i came over just to mess around?
later...
midnight snack: i think we are both hoes and i like it.
and later...
midnight snack: can you be as dirty sober?
midnight snack is a hornball. a hornball who drove 40 minutes last night to do god knows what...because nothing really happened. haha. kind of pathetic. and i guess my guy siesta will have to be today...maybe :)
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