it's the wee hours of the morning, and the cell phone rings. i'm sitting here by the computer, i look at the phone and i spend so long trying to figure out who the hell is calling me. i don't recognise the number. and of course, the voicemail picks it up before i can snap out of my daze and answer it.
so i call back and it's some guy i don't know. said his name was Jim and he was looking for John. I told him i don't know anyone named john and he must have the wrong number. then he asked me if i'd have John call him. so i said sure... and hung up...
i guess this stuff must happen all the time, it just kinda weirded me out. i thought it was funny. noone ever calls me. maybe he'll call me back again tomorrow. should i pretend i know john and just take a message, or should i make up some story about john? who the fuck is John?
so i call back and it's some guy i don't know. said his name was Jim and he was looking for John. I told him i don't know anyone named john and he must have the wrong number. then he asked me if i'd have John call him. so i said sure... and hung up...
i guess this stuff must happen all the time, it just kinda weirded me out. i thought it was funny. noone ever calls me. maybe he'll call me back again tomorrow. should i pretend i know john and just take a message, or should i make up some story about john? who the fuck is John?
octomocto:
act like john is you bi boyfrieng ant tell him he's in flordia for the week. then move to chicago by this friday and go to the party i posted about. thanks for postin gon my journal that little baby mantis is eating my little female-actuallly male heart
