So in an earlier post, what seems like years ago, I stated that I hated to use the phone and if you called me, I probably wouldnt return the favor simply because I hate the akwardness that ensues when I have to sit in the same room as my grandmother with her less than a foot away from me. She has this habit of breathing on the back of my neck and also pretending not to listen even though in her mind she prolly knows the caller better than I do.
This dramactic unease is multipied when the phone call happens to be from the girlfriend. Nimo incase anyone of you all suck ass and dont keep up to date, and yes its pronouced as the fish.
it really sucks when your trying to have a private conversation about how you miss the other blah blah barf or God forbid trying to put on your sexy voice for jokes when the nana is sitting so ciose she can basically transcribe a copy of what your saying for future reference. I almost feel compelled to pay her for such a good job she is doing keeping tabs, but i know this is just a summer job till she gets that spot on the C.I.A. .. cheating pirate hooker.
This is a long way of saying : fuck i need a damn phone of my own. One that i can love and pet and squeeze and kiss. So Imma get on that soon. Its on the list right next to the Mac
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