PHILOSOPHY ON PHONE OBSESSION
SOME EARLY MORNING CRANKY
Me:
Think you need a better phone, makes texting more enjoyable
Allen:
You're obsessed and need to see someone about it
Me:
Do you really think so ? I'm somewhat pleased
There is very little one needs not see someone about
And at least its not an even more insignificant problem
Allen:
You can't really be philosophical at 3am
Me:
...That was barely philosophical so I guess I'm ok
Allen:
Trust me, as soon as you're in 3rd person it's dangerous territory
Me:
Then Facebook statuses when gramatically correct are all fucking philisophical
Allen:
Lol you know, I think I like you
Will you be my friend ?
Me:
Haha, primary school style, is that how you always do it
I'm not sure whether you're joking or just another retarded boy.
Either way it doesn't matter I suppose, because you're ugly and I'm not interested.
My excuse is that I'm impressionable, and need to always be rubbing with the right people.
Fuck, I'm kind of bad at toning down the hostility.
LENGTHS LATER...
Allen:
Heard that's good but not seen it. Ah well, if I have a cry anytime, I'll text you
Then can we be friends? You have to promise
Me (9 hours later):
I pinky swear to be more inclined