For all that is holy and completely inappropriate, why in the hell would someone think it to be a good idea to call me restricted at almost midnight on a Monday… with no voice mail. I hold my “in-bed-by-ten” in high regard these days, while some inconsiderate anonymous asshat decides to play drunk dial… with no message. There is certainly nothing more irritating. Many of these calls have ceased in recent months — playing a huge part in the fact that I’m not out gallivanting around town with hookers and hoedowns until the bewitching hour. Even my friends know not to call beyond a certain hour as not to upset the blissful couple-dom I have entered. I have been with my boyfriend for four months. Four months, people — and a couple weeks ago I received another drunk dial from an old bar tard-ass requesting my appearance at Liquid downtown. It was a Sunday night. You know, the day of the week prior to the first workday of the week, up-to-and-equal-to Fucking Hell. “He” called three times until 2 a.m. I never answered, as I did not recognize the number or the voice so-much. I had no clue who the fuck that was — he obviously “remembered” me. But at least a number came up, and I got a small chuckle out of the deliriously drunken voice mail messages.
So, who the fuck called me and thought that this was right?
I was having a splendid dream, by the way, about airplanes and traveling.
Back to where I wanted to start today, I received the following in my inbox:
The beauty of life is not how happy you are but how happy others can be becos of you. i am happy in knowing you. My biggest reward is to see you smile, know you are happy and feel you are loved. I know life is sometimes cruel, but that is why I am here to show you that life can be so good when somebody cares. I love you and i care. My greatest treasure will be to have you always by my side sharing life with me. Do i need to pour out the inner feelings of my heart to you, i need not to say much becos you understand; in my heart the worth of your love cannot be measured in Gold nor in Silver, it is priceless!you are so dearly loved far more than words can show your love is my life, the tonic that makes all the days happy and beautiful. I would have wanted to marry you
I seriously hope this is spam “becos” my world is all fucked up right now.
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