cellular.
so, like, i didn't see the cute courier guy come on friday. i got called into a mettin so i just stuck the note in between the packages that he was pickin up that day. i was sure that he was gon be there.
but, murphy's law... he didn't do the pickup that day. you know who did? this guy i call the fat bastard. because he reminds me of that character from the austin powers movie. anyway, long story short... he called my cell. i was totally freaked out when i heard his voice tryin to be all sexy an' stuff. i was like, "what the hell? that wasn't meant for you, fuckhead!" an' then i hung up. but the asshole kept callin me up all weekend. i felt like kim basinger in that phone movie of hers. drove me crazy! ugh! i'm sooo stupid! now i'ma hafta get a new number.
