Let me just start by saying that if that fucking crazy married guy calls me one more damn time, I am going to have someone break his legs...and I am SO not kidding. He keeps calling me and leaving these bizarre whiney messages about how he needs to talk to me. Why? What importance do I have in his pathetic little life? He has called about 75 times this weekend...and not once, out of all of those, have I answered the phone or the 3,000 text messages. My drunk roommate did answer last night when I left my phone at home when I went to the store. She apparently told him, "I don't know YOU, she doesn't want to go anywhere with YOU...and she isn't even HERE." and then she hung up...I love her, she is a trip!
Of course, that wasn't the last time that he called me, he called two hours later...Again, I didn't answer...Again...my friend did...I snatched the phone out of his hand and hung it up...too late...
Then the bastard called again this morning. I didn't answer. Another sappy stupid message...I swear...I can't take it anymore...my best friend that I should not help psychos talk about their problems. There are people out there who get paid to do that and I am not one of them...and because of me, there is some marriage counselor who is out of a job now...and he is walking the streets, looking for someone to counsel....Nice...
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