a transcription of a one-sided phone conversation, by enfys moninne.
Hi, Anders! It's Enfys, you remember me, right? Your girlfriend. Yeah, I thought you did. Well, I was your girlfriend; I think it's high time we officially called it quits. There's this problem I have, you see: when a bloke can't grow a fucking pair and tell me his needs cannot be met with an ocean in between, or in fact anything at all, then I've got plenty of better things to be doing than waiting about.
It's not me, it's definitely, absolutely, you. Some of us like to wank off in private, and not make any promises we aren't going to keep. It's called a fucking phone. You press the big shiny numbers and it makes these exciting noises, and if you're really lucky, some unfortunate bitch on the other end will talk to you.
Congratulations to whoever the next one is, hope she likes that little thing I taught you.
Bye now.
It's not me, it's definitely, absolutely, you. Some of us like to wank off in private, and not make any promises we aren't going to keep. It's called a fucking phone. You press the big shiny numbers and it makes these exciting noises, and if you're really lucky, some unfortunate bitch on the other end will talk to you.
Congratulations to whoever the next one is, hope she likes that little thing I taught you.
Bye now.