January 15, 2010
This is my life except that my booty call dudes are the worst ones on the planet and never answer when I text. They get around to it, like, three days later when I'm doing something stupid like waiting in line at the bank. It's great to be nonchalant and all, but seriously, a little chalance (is that a word?) would go a long way, boys. I have no idea why they continue to be in my phone. They're like my own personal government employees: it'd be too much of a hassle to fire 'em and hire new ones. There's paperwork involved. I have to advertise for new recruits. I think they might be in a union, too. I don't wanna piss those guys off, you know?
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