you bitch, please die

Dec 30, 2005 15:53

My god. The nerve. Guess which bitch just called me? Well. Maybe by the end of this entry you'll have a vague idea. Let's see. Here is the conversation i just had with her.

HER: Hi, is lynn there?
ME: Um...yeah...i'm right here.
HER: Well i just wanted to tell you that drew's right here and he's working out and he looks really hot.
ME: Um...uh-huh...yeah that's nice. *pause*
HER: Hello? Well, like, he's, like, really, like, hot right, like, now.
ME: Like, why, don't, like, you, like, tell, me, like, who, like, you are? [at this point her voice sounds a lot like emily's and i thought that they were probably at chris wang's party or something]
HER: This is anne, and like, i think that drew is sooo totally hot right now!
ME: Yeah. Whatever.
HER: Well i just wanted to call to tell you that, like, drew's working out and like, looking really hot right now.
ME: Mm. Yeah. That's like, really, nice. Yeah. I like, don't care.
HER: Well bye!

MY GOD. What the hell is her problem?? Stupid. Half-wit. You could just hear the giggling in the background.
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