The Crazy Bitch Saga Episode II: Two Crazies Deserve Each Other
I had now received two text messages from Jessica Loves jeremy. Should I mention that I don't ever read Victor's text messages and that I don't think it's my business to? Or that if I did happen to see a message that came to his phone stating simply: "This is Jane Doe. Just wanted to give you my new number" it would not even cross my mind to text her back? If I didn't know Jane Doe I'd figure it was sent to the wrong number or that it was just a casual acquaintance or co-worker. If for some reason it did cross my mind to text her back (in an alternate reality in which I'm a crazy bitch), I doubt I would ask her who she was when she had, in fact, stated both her first and last name in the text. When I realized that J Loves j was, in fact, a crazy bitch, I decided I had better respond or she would continue to harass me until all my texts for the month were used up. As I began to type the message, J Loves j actually called me! I was at work and could not answer the phone. I sent my text off:
If you read the message, you'd know who I am. This number used to be a friend's but obviously isn't anymore. I got the wrong number so please stop bothering me.
Shortly after the message was sent, I received yet another text from J Loves j. This one was a bit incomprehensible:
I'm not with him.
I was hoping that this would be the last I heard from J Loves j, but a few minutes later I received another call. This time I answered, resolved to tell this crazy person off. I was surprised to find that apparently the small "j" of the J Loves j duo was on the other line. It was jeremy and not Jessica. "You sent me a message?" asked an angry, mumbling, nearly indecipherable redneck voice. "Yes," I said "I must have gotten the wrong number. Sorry. Please don't call me again." As I hung up, the angry, mumbling, redneck voice continued to mutter on about something. Click! I hung up. J and j deserve each other!
If you read the message, you'd know who I am. This number used to be a friend's but obviously isn't anymore. I got the wrong number so please stop bothering me.
Shortly after the message was sent, I received yet another text from J Loves j. This one was a bit incomprehensible:
I'm not with him.
I was hoping that this would be the last I heard from J Loves j, but a few minutes later I received another call. This time I answered, resolved to tell this crazy person off. I was surprised to find that apparently the small "j" of the J Loves j duo was on the other line. It was jeremy and not Jessica. "You sent me a message?" asked an angry, mumbling, nearly indecipherable redneck voice. "Yes," I said "I must have gotten the wrong number. Sorry. Please don't call me again." As I hung up, the angry, mumbling, redneck voice continued to mutter on about something. Click! I hung up. J and j deserve each other!