Mar 03, 2005 11:51
12:48 am: *BEEP*.."You have one new voicemail."
*Thinks... someone must have died* So I go out to the freezing cold to hear.. *creepy whisper* "Trotsky, Lenin... I guess you can give me a call tommorow..."
That's no way to win the revolution, little trotsky needs sleep! That phone call came out of no where and at a really late/early time, WTF!? I haven't talked to her in a week, geesh.. i thought it was an emergency (*emergency on planet earth... saving elephants named Rhanee*).