The mystry of my life
On friday night, or saturday morning, depending on how you look at it I went to bed about 11;30. I was pooped. I had a long week and had just spent all evening working at the gallery. At about 12:40 someone called and asked for me.( it took me a minute to realize it was a phone ringing, we have the James Bond theme song as our ringer) It was some guy, I don't know who it was who asked me to go to a party. I didn't go, mainly for the sake of safety. But He kept trying to convice me to go. "since I woke you up why do you come over." and other lame things. I didn't. I was too confused. but all of yesterday, and some of today I wonder "Who the Hell was that!!!"
ps. in a very tiny voice. "I have diseases"
ps. in a very tiny voice. "I have diseases"