What I Did This Weekend
• Whooped it up bloggy-style at the Horseshoe on Friday.
TR, The Jade, and a very bored Concert Josh
The birthday girl
• Stayed in with the Boy on Saturday. Watched movies, found a hair in my Thai food. Ate cereal.
• The less said about Sunday, the better.
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Boo. Hiss.
The evil ex-boyfriend put in an unwelcome appearance on my voicemail this weekend. In a message I'm sure he thought sounded charmingly nervous, but I found calculated and moronic, he hemmed and hawed and stammered something about dialing my number earlier in the evening by "accident."
Please. I've used that excuse myself. WITH HIM. You do it when you want to talk to someone but you're scared to call them - then you know they'll see your number on their phone but WHOOPS! Sorry! Just pressed the wrong button! Sat on my phone in a taxi! Thought you were someone else! I didn't actually want to talk to you... but now that you're on the line, how's everything going? Oh, and by the way, I'm in town. I'd love to see you!
I ignored the message - and the follow-up text message - because I'm running out of ways to say GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE YOU EMOTIONAL VAMPIRE, AND WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE MY NUMBER IN YOUR CELL PHONE ANYWAY? Concert Josh has kindly volunteered to say these things for me (and more), but first let's see if ignoring it makes it go away.
TR, The Jade, and a very bored Concert Josh
The birthday girl
• Stayed in with the Boy on Saturday. Watched movies, found a hair in my Thai food. Ate cereal.
• The less said about Sunday, the better.
Boo. Hiss.
The evil ex-boyfriend put in an unwelcome appearance on my voicemail this weekend. In a message I'm sure he thought sounded charmingly nervous, but I found calculated and moronic, he hemmed and hawed and stammered something about dialing my number earlier in the evening by "accident."
Please. I've used that excuse myself. WITH HIM. You do it when you want to talk to someone but you're scared to call them - then you know they'll see your number on their phone but WHOOPS! Sorry! Just pressed the wrong button! Sat on my phone in a taxi! Thought you were someone else! I didn't actually want to talk to you... but now that you're on the line, how's everything going? Oh, and by the way, I'm in town. I'd love to see you!
I ignored the message - and the follow-up text message - because I'm running out of ways to say GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE YOU EMOTIONAL VAMPIRE, AND WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE MY NUMBER IN YOUR CELL PHONE ANYWAY? Concert Josh has kindly volunteered to say these things for me (and more), but first let's see if ignoring it makes it go away.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 11:02 AM
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