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My dad called me from London tonight. It must have been like butt o'clock for him too because of the time difference. But he called. Me. Not Fuckface. He wanted to know how school was going and I guess his secretary said something about my face accident because he wanted to know if I was feeling okay.
Also, and this is my favoritest thing ever, he told me that the elevator in the business center he was at were voice activated. How fucking cool is that. I mean you could still hit buttons but if you said "Third floor." It would light the '3' button and up you went. That's just so fucking neat. I'd break it. You know I would. But my dad remembered that I like that stuff so he made a point to tell me about it.
:D
Maybe I should fuck my face up more often if I get phone calls out of the deal.
Also, and this is my favoritest thing ever, he told me that the elevator in the business center he was at were voice activated. How fucking cool is that. I mean you could still hit buttons but if you said "Third floor." It would light the '3' button and up you went. That's just so fucking neat. I'd break it. You know I would. But my dad remembered that I like that stuff so he made a point to tell me about it.
:D
Maybe I should fuck my face up more often if I get phone calls out of the deal.