Okay. So at about 5:30pm my half brother, Rob, calls the house. This is our conversation:
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.
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