Jul 16, 2005 01:20
So the other night in my insomniac midterm I decided to call Alan. The british ringer is weird I tell you. He picks up with some snazzy fake answer cause he knew I was calling. I have to say I had a few moments where I had to stifle a laugh listening to his accent. I'm sure he found the way I talk to be amusing also. Being that when I hear my recorded voice I think I sound like moron. We exchanged a few stories, and I dazled him with the unluck of the ian. (i'm drunk btw wee!) Coke+rum=cool. mt.dew+rum=fucking schweet. We talked about meagan (and her secret hate for the ian), ratha, and the many traps a I walk myself into verbally.
more later