Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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7am. cell rings. lazily and sleepishly (is that even a word? or did i just make it up?) i open my eyes. it's him. wait... IT's HIM!
"what did i do this time?" i ask as a hello. he doesn't call... anyone.
"more like, what didn't you do this time." he corrected me.
"why are you torturing me?"
"it's nice outside. was wondering if you want to enjoy it." he pondered out loud.
"hmmm," i looked outside. it was nice. "okay, enjoyed it. what's next?"
"you've got problems." he announces.
"okay... we already established that."
"i'll be at your place in half an hour. you, me, and our dogs will take a walk around the lakes. and we'll talk about your problems--"
"you're an asshole" i cut him off.
"and about me being an asshole."

7am. cell rings. wait... what? this happened already. i'm confused. i open my eyes to see who it is, and then i press snooze. five snoozes later (on my cell it equals to 25 mins), i get up.
today, busy day... or not. depends what i decide to do. my guy friends want me to spend some fun fun fun! time with them, which constitutes of: bowling, bon fire, and casino... and not in that order. my other options are: quantum mechanics homework (due oct 30), adv physical chem homework (due oc 14), cleaning... and taking a walk with punkster the pup. ah... the choices!

but lets see, if he would've called me (and from now on lets call him Stan, and while seemingly random name, it is not, but also not his real name), i wouldve spent my day with that sarcastic asshole than anybody else. i appreciate good sarcastic mind.

i have problems.

12:00 p.m. - October 11, 2008

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