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Bit of an idiot
Jul. 11th, 2008 04:00 pmONE
So I fell aleep on the couch, and our cordless phone was somewhere in between the cushions. The phone rings, wakes me up rather roughly. I move, and I think my butt turns the phone on. So now I have to answer it, not knowing who the hell it is. Because the caller id has turned into "PHONE ON".
After I find the phone, I am dissapointed to find out who's calling. It's some bill collector lady that calls for Drunkard, we usually ignore her calls. I still very drowsy and have no idea what I'm doing, so I copy down the number she gave me.
When I hang up, I remember that we told her a couple of months ago, that Drunkard doesn't live here anymore, and we lost contact with him. Head smack. So either she forgot, or she's fucking with me. I'm going with the latter, because I am paranoid by nature.
TWO
My sister was playing Love Song by the Cure the other day. I haven't listened to it for a long while, but it sounded familiar. I was like "Oh mah gawd, what is this song, I must have it on my list!" It was of course already on my list, but I forgot.
I wasn't going to bother asking Cockroach which song it was. She probably didn't know, and was too busy talking to herself. Her voice cuts through diamonds, so of course, the only lyric I heard was "I will always love you". So even though I knew it was no use looking for a lyrics that would show up Dolly Parton and Whitney Housten when I typed it in, I did anyway.
Anyway, you know the end:
Nothing has happened much this summer. I find myself either really tired and can not motivate myself to do anything. Or nervous, trembling, having a hard time breathing, and my heart is beating all weird.
So I fell aleep on the couch, and our cordless phone was somewhere in between the cushions. The phone rings, wakes me up rather roughly. I move, and I think my butt turns the phone on. So now I have to answer it, not knowing who the hell it is. Because the caller id has turned into "PHONE ON".
After I find the phone, I am dissapointed to find out who's calling. It's some bill collector lady that calls for Drunkard, we usually ignore her calls. I still very drowsy and have no idea what I'm doing, so I copy down the number she gave me.
When I hang up, I remember that we told her a couple of months ago, that Drunkard doesn't live here anymore, and we lost contact with him. Head smack. So either she forgot, or she's fucking with me. I'm going with the latter, because I am paranoid by nature.
TWO
My sister was playing Love Song by the Cure the other day. I haven't listened to it for a long while, but it sounded familiar. I was like "Oh mah gawd, what is this song, I must have it on my list!" It was of course already on my list, but I forgot.
I wasn't going to bother asking Cockroach which song it was. She probably didn't know, and was too busy talking to herself. Her voice cuts through diamonds, so of course, the only lyric I heard was "I will always love you". So even though I knew it was no use looking for a lyrics that would show up Dolly Parton and Whitney Housten when I typed it in, I did anyway.
Anyway, you know the end:
Nothing has happened much this summer. I find myself either really tired and can not motivate myself to do anything. Or nervous, trembling, having a hard time breathing, and my heart is beating all weird.
