(I know today is April Fool's Day, but this is serious.)
Today Brittany and I both got voicemails/calls from someone with a blocked ID. Her was a scream. Like, literally: someone screamed, and then hung up. I checked mine before Spanish, but couldn't listen to the whole thing since I was running late already. It was someone talking dirty, which freaked me out and pissed me off but then whatever.
I came back today and decided I was going to transcribe it to post here in this journal. So I open Notepad (faster than OpenOffice) and go through my voicemail box and get ready to type, but then I just couldn't do it. He talked about being horny and jerking off and then a girl/porn started moaning in the background and he started talking about sticking his fingers places and what he wanted me to do to his girlfriend and it just got grosser from there.
Ordinarily I would let it pass...be squicked out, but let it pass. The thing is, after the ordeal with Nathaniel Perry and John whatshisface, I realized that with Facebook and everything, it was really easy to look up my number and what I look like and where I live, so I took that sort of information down. I've been googling myself and variations of my name/number to try to see if maybe I forgot about a place or if someone posted it somewhere as a joke, but so far I haven't found any real hits.
Whoever this was, he knew my name and my nickname, and okay it's not that far of a stretch to get Kathryn from Kat or vice versa, but...really? He didn't sound familiar...I'm not stellar at voice recognition over the phone, but I'm pretty sure I've never heard his voice before. He sounded African American, I guess, which would coincide with his mention of his black...dick.
I'm kind of freaked out, you know? Not only do I feel really dirty that a stranger spoke to me like that, but I also have no idea where he would have gotten my number. Sam? Maybe. I mean, she hates me and apparently I'm a really bad person...and now that I think about it, there's a black guy she sort of hangs out with at the E-Zone, but he seemed like a nice guy... That would also explain the call to Brittany's phone since she's a bad person too BUT I FORGOT. She got a new phone (and number) long after Sam got her ass out, and she definitely doesn't post it everywhere so Sam doesn't know it. I'm kind of irrationally scared to leave the building, which is stupid because dude it's just a voicemail and even if this guy does go to school here, chances are he's harmless...but nasty.
I don't know. No one put anyone up to prank-calling LJ friends, right? You haven't heard of, like, a recording or something that you can send to people's phones for April 1st?
Ugh.
EDIT: It's probably coincidence that when I filed a request for the Physical Plant to come out and fix our sink, they asked for my cell number and there was a black guy who came out right?
I came back today and decided I was going to transcribe it to post here in this journal. So I open Notepad (faster than OpenOffice) and go through my voicemail box and get ready to type, but then I just couldn't do it. He talked about being horny and jerking off and then a girl/porn started moaning in the background and he started talking about sticking his fingers places and what he wanted me to do to his girlfriend and it just got grosser from there.
Ordinarily I would let it pass...be squicked out, but let it pass. The thing is, after the ordeal with Nathaniel Perry and John whatshisface, I realized that with Facebook and everything, it was really easy to look up my number and what I look like and where I live, so I took that sort of information down. I've been googling myself and variations of my name/number to try to see if maybe I forgot about a place or if someone posted it somewhere as a joke, but so far I haven't found any real hits.
Whoever this was, he knew my name and my nickname, and okay it's not that far of a stretch to get Kathryn from Kat or vice versa, but...really? He didn't sound familiar...I'm not stellar at voice recognition over the phone, but I'm pretty sure I've never heard his voice before. He sounded African American, I guess, which would coincide with his mention of his black...dick.
I'm kind of freaked out, you know? Not only do I feel really dirty that a stranger spoke to me like that, but I also have no idea where he would have gotten my number. Sam? Maybe. I mean, she hates me and apparently I'm a really bad person...and now that I think about it, there's a black guy she sort of hangs out with at the E-Zone, but he seemed like a nice guy... That would also explain the call to Brittany's phone since she's a bad person too BUT I FORGOT. She got a new phone (and number) long after Sam got her ass out, and she definitely doesn't post it everywhere so Sam doesn't know it. I'm kind of irrationally scared to leave the building, which is stupid because dude it's just a voicemail and even if this guy does go to school here, chances are he's harmless...but nasty.
I don't know. No one put anyone up to prank-calling LJ friends, right? You haven't heard of, like, a recording or something that you can send to people's phones for April 1st?
Ugh.
EDIT: It's probably coincidence that when I filed a request for the Physical Plant to come out and fix our sink, they asked for my cell number and there was a black guy who came out right?