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Okay. So at about 5:30pm my half brother, Rob, calls the house. This is our conversation: Liz: WHAT?! Rob: ...Liz? Are you okay? Liz: Oh... Yeah. Sorry, I thought you were the stalker who kept calling me and hanging up. Rob: Did you star-sixy-nine the number? Liz: Well, I was about to... then you called and took a shit on my magical moment. Rob: (laughing) Yeah I took a big corn steamin' dookie on your magic moment. (Intermission of an actual decent conversation) Rob: Well, I hope your stalker calls back. Liz: (sigh) Yeah... me too. I miss him already. Rob: (laughing) It's kinda creepy but at the same time it's just nice to know someone is thinking about you that much. Liz: (laughing) God, Rob. That's sick and wrong. Rob: Yeah... you know, you always gotta keep reaching for the rainbow. Well. Besides that, my day was a bit shit-tastic though I had a very wonderful conversation with a girl who hates 'goths'. She was super, though I appeared to be too smart for her; she claimed she couldn't understand me because of that fact. ah. life is getting better. NEW BED++++ Post a comment in response: |
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