The Nice One?

So, this weekend, right? I was out with my friend, okay, and she was having…issues. My friend kept FREAKING OUT because no one would answer her calls. Sure, they might call her back later, but whenever she called someone, they would NOT PICK UP THE BLOODY PHONE! Let’s just call it one of her pet peeves. So anyway, she was supposed to come over for dinner on Tuesday, and I called her that day to find out when she was coming over. Well, she DIDN’T ANSWER and she doesn’t EVEN HAVE VOICE MAIL so I couldn’t leave her a message. So, I call her, but this time from another phone, right? And she didn’t pick up. By that afternoon I WAS A LITTLE FREAKED out because she hadn’t BOTHERED TO PICK UP THE PHONE AND NOTICE THAT I WAS CALLING HER LIKE A STALKER, yo. I even called her work, right, just to make sure that she wasn’t there.

But she wasn’t. So, I got home and called, STILL NO ANSWER. Dude, I even e-mail her. NOT ONE THING! We had dinner, amazing chicken fajitas by the way, and she did not come over. Or even call to say that she wasn’t coming over. So after dinner, right, I put on a bra, FOR HER, and went to see if she was okay BECAUSE I KNEW HOW MUCH SHE DOESN’T LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON’T ANSWER THEIR PHONES AND I KNEW SHE WASN’T WORKING SO WHAT’S THE DEAL, yo? I get over there, her car is there, I knock, she answers. Everything was cool, yo. She just felt anti-social AND MADE ME LOOK LIKE A BIG STALKER.
Yes, this is about you. I love you. And you suck. Just answer your phone :P
The end.
By the way, tonight I think meatballs and baked potatoes are on the menu. If you’re interested, and want to come over. You might even want to CALL US AND LET US KNOW.