Fuck. I don't really know what I especifically want to say right now, I just fucking feel the uncrontolable desire to speak. Haha, it's fucked up.
I got 2 calls at 12am last night, 21st century code for a 'booty call'; I woke up and I was like 'Damn, this dude has balls'. I'm talking about a guy who is possibly still in a relationship but desides to call me on a Wednesday night. The second call fucking woke me up too, I couldn't believe it,
I think the worst part of it all is that it wasn't somebody I would have wanted to get a call from. But it always works that way, you never get the attention you want from that one guy you're dying to see or talk to, it's always some wierd ass dude who you kinda had a couple of laughs with but that's all; I mean, he is literally just like a drinking buddy and not even something that can go an inch farther than that.
Shit, he probably is ashamed or embarrased; it's gonna be wierd as hell next time I see him. Haha. That's gonna be fun though. Shit, I'm kinda evil.
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