I swear to God he's motherfucking psychic.
I haven't heard from the boy in literally months. Zip. Nada. Nothing at all. This evening I finished my self-indulgent artwork which, yes, is on the subject of the ex Mr TheOdd, and as I set down my pencil and proclaim to housemates "It's finished!" my phone lights up with a text message.
Guess who?
Like I said fucking psychic.
Side note: He's actually stored in my phone now as "the ex Mr. TheOdd" because I am now incapable of thinking of him any other way. I'm actually not sure he even has a name any more. Weird.
what the...?
at 20:48
Thursday 22 November 2007
Labels: random thoughts
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
What a prick. I hope you didn't validate his prickishness with a reply.
Indeed I did not. He did, however, email me this morning. Ah well, six months of blissful silence was good enough.
Post a Comment