[[make friends with a psycho is nice]]
So, there I was. Downstairs living room, with a cup of sugar cane juice, perched on the Yamaha piano stool,half-playing Flight of the Bumblebee and half-watching Gilmore Girls [yeah, yeah sue me]. It was a typical scene
of my daily night activities ... when the bloody phone rang. I dashed there, afraid the piercing ring might wake everyone up [yup, at 10.30pm]. I was ready to flop down, because I 'thought' it was one of the dudes, when it was not [which proves my intuition to be totally lousy]. It was some stupid chick, probably psychotic, I don't know. Prank-calling me and screaming at me ain't nice. And it wasn't Malaysian. Or maybe
I don't know one with such "convincing" American accent [it matched the chick's from Gilmore]. Right there at the corner of the room, with the phone in my ears having a psychopath yelling at me. I couldn't make out what she was saying. I picked up the phone "Hello?" and there she went, shouting "You're Lilian, aren't you?". Yeah
yeah it could be that she said something else but what other word rhymed with 'Lilian'? Million? Stallion? Alien? I'm pretty sure she said that. Thrice! And I 'inquired' her bout her name and she laughed like a maniac [which,
by then sounded a bit like Shamine, but it wasn't. Totally] and again I 'asked' her "What's your bloody name?"
and there she went laughing menacingly and then she said "You don't know me,do you?" which made me say "Damn right, I don't!". Really I should've put down the phone but hey, I would miss all this dramatic shitz. Then she started screaming and swearing and it became blurrer than ever. It was already crackly, it MUST have been an international
calls because I freaking recognize the 'situation' of an international call. From where I do not know. I could only
make out the phrase "What's with all these nosy people in the background. I'm [all blur]" and "You've been castrated, haven't you?" which almost made me say "fuck you" in return. In fact, I wanted to swear at that
chick gazillions of time, but freaking hell she was practically screaming the fucking hell off the phone. Her voice was vibrating through the room, damn right 'bout that. I kept on asking her her name and all I got was a "no" or was it "leo" and her laughing menacingly over and over again. And she was so kind to end the damn call with "Oh, I've got to go now. Goodbye." Fuck, I want to play the shitz out of her. Hey for all I know, she could be a patient in a mental instituition [she was talking about nosy/noisy people when the background was complete silence] who has psyhic powers and knows my friggin' name. She did sound a lot like that anorexic girl from
"Girl, Interrupted". Yeah, pretty much.
Dear Miss Psycho Chick,
if you're reading please pay me another call because a fucking lot to scream to you of. Oh, that is, if you're really sure it's me on the line. You sound crazy but the inasanes are the most interesting. And no, i've not been castrated. I'm a girl, never been a boy with a fucking dick and have never had a sex transplant and am not a convicted rapist. Perhaps we could be friends? You sound a lot more interesting than my history book.
Thank you.
That's it. Me elaborating on a creepy and [wee-yerd] prankcall from a psychopath.
Anyways, I'm sick of typing. Probably going to post this on another day. Tomorrow morning? I don't know. I said I'll IM Shamine tomorrow but I probably won't but maybe I would. I don't know what I'm talking. I'm
pretty scared of that call. I need someone to rationalize me NOW! Alright I admit it, that scared the bejeezus out of me. I'm out of control, wait, my mind is out of control. I don't know when I'll post this. Hah! I don't
feel like going online tomorrow. I 'feel' like talking to Jane aka Oprah on the phone. Dang her father for getting her off the phone!
Ooookay, this is the 'next' morning. Mint, sorry if I kept you waiting. I just din't feel like going online earlier. IM you another day, dude. Right then, The End
of my daily night activities ... when the bloody phone rang. I dashed there, afraid the piercing ring might wake everyone up [yup, at 10.30pm]. I was ready to flop down, because I 'thought' it was one of the dudes, when it was not [which proves my intuition to be totally lousy]. It was some stupid chick, probably psychotic, I don't know. Prank-calling me and screaming at me ain't nice. And it wasn't Malaysian. Or maybe
I don't know one with such "convincing" American accent [it matched the chick's from Gilmore]. Right there at the corner of the room, with the phone in my ears having a psychopath yelling at me. I couldn't make out what she was saying. I picked up the phone "Hello?" and there she went, shouting "You're Lilian, aren't you?". Yeah
yeah it could be that she said something else but what other word rhymed with 'Lilian'? Million? Stallion? Alien? I'm pretty sure she said that. Thrice! And I 'inquired' her bout her name and she laughed like a maniac [which,
by then sounded a bit like Shamine, but it wasn't. Totally] and again I 'asked' her "What's your bloody name?"
and there she went laughing menacingly and then she said "You don't know me,do you?" which made me say "Damn right, I don't!". Really I should've put down the phone but hey, I would miss all this dramatic shitz. Then she started screaming and swearing and it became blurrer than ever. It was already crackly, it MUST have been an international
calls because I freaking recognize the 'situation' of an international call. From where I do not know. I could only
make out the phrase "What's with all these nosy people in the background. I'm [all blur]" and "You've been castrated, haven't you?" which almost made me say "fuck you" in return. In fact, I wanted to swear at that
chick gazillions of time, but freaking hell she was practically screaming the fucking hell off the phone. Her voice was vibrating through the room, damn right 'bout that. I kept on asking her her name and all I got was a "no" or was it "leo" and her laughing menacingly over and over again. And she was so kind to end the damn call with "Oh, I've got to go now. Goodbye." Fuck, I want to play the shitz out of her. Hey for all I know, she could be a patient in a mental instituition [she was talking about nosy/noisy people when the background was complete silence] who has psyhic powers and knows my friggin' name. She did sound a lot like that anorexic girl from
"Girl, Interrupted". Yeah, pretty much.
Dear Miss Psycho Chick,
if you're reading please pay me another call because a fucking lot to scream to you of. Oh, that is, if you're really sure it's me on the line. You sound crazy but the inasanes are the most interesting. And no, i've not been castrated. I'm a girl, never been a boy with a fucking dick and have never had a sex transplant and am not a convicted rapist. Perhaps we could be friends? You sound a lot more interesting than my history book.
Thank you.
That's it. Me elaborating on a creepy and [wee-yerd] prankcall from a psychopath.
Anyways, I'm sick of typing. Probably going to post this on another day. Tomorrow morning? I don't know. I said I'll IM Shamine tomorrow but I probably won't but maybe I would. I don't know what I'm talking. I'm
pretty scared of that call. I need someone to rationalize me NOW! Alright I admit it, that scared the bejeezus out of me. I'm out of control, wait, my mind is out of control. I don't know when I'll post this. Hah! I don't
feel like going online tomorrow. I 'feel' like talking to Jane aka Oprah on the phone. Dang her father for getting her off the phone!
Ooookay, this is the 'next' morning. Mint, sorry if I kept you waiting. I just din't feel like going online earlier. IM you another day, dude. Right then, The End