So, there I was. Downstairs living room, with a cup of sugar cane juice, perched on the Yamaha piano stool,half-playing Flight of the Bumblebee and half-watching Gilmore Girls [yeah, yeah sue me]. It was a typical scene
of my daily night activities ... when the bloody phone rang. I dashed there, afraid the piercing ring might wake everyone up [yup
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you should really get caller ID. once i got to know the phone numbers that the calls were made from, i started calling those numbers and freaking the punkers out.
i'm imagining what happened to you and it's still creeping me out
o_0
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Cheers. <3
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you're overreacting + exaggerating + taking the call in an offensive way + being whiny when it's actually supposed to be funny.
kthxbye.
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It's my life. Duh.
As far as I remembered, I was typing all that shit while I was fucking laughing at my idiocy. Well, guess that din't show.
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sorry i couldn't see you laughing while you were typing those "shit". *rolls eyes*
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anyway, thank you for the burfday gift! luv ya.
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i'm kinda [what do you say?] fragile when it comes to prank calls. Call me a virgin, haha! I hate the fact that I don't have caller ID. Glad you liked the gift. [Well, you have to thank Shamine for telling me what to get you]. btw, how's life?
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