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Last week:
A guy who used to be my neighbor, who was a real cunt and ended up turning into a huge druggie, alcoholic and just all around ing up his life called me, out of the blue. He got my number because his brother is friends with my brother.
So he tells me that he's calling me because he knows I'm into electronic music. The entire time he's talking it sounds like he's reading something he's wrote out and goes on and on about how he's sober, has a sponsor, etc. He then asks if I'd be willing to get together sometime and "throw some together" and if I would show him where all of the big raves are and stuff. He asks me what I listen to and I tell him stuff that he wouldn't like, then he goes, "Oh, well I've got some ATB, some Armin, Quicksilver, Ian Van Dahl, and of course Tiesto." And he went on and on about getting together for the longest ing time.
I told him that I was too ing busy and if he gave me his number I would call him when I had the time. Needless to say, to this day I'm still "too busy."
Which brings me to...
Five Minutes Ago:
I come home from work, and everybody else is out at my cousins birthday party. I open the screen door and find a CD sitting between the screen door and the main door. I figured one of my dads friends dropped it off, because that's usually what happens. All that is written on the front is a tracklist. My suspicions of it being for my dad shift when I see "Carte Blanche" listed on it. I open it up and it's a burnt copy of a ing Nick Sentience CD, and on the CD the guy wrote "Andrew's Phone" and his number.
THAT ING CREEPS ME THE OUT. WHAT THE ING HELL IS THAT !? :nervous::nervous::nervous::nervous::nervous::nervous::nervous: |
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