this will sicken the heart of even the dumbest romantic....
My roomate just spent well over 2 hours on the phone. I think. A long time. Then he hopped on Instant Messenger and is talking to her still. I love talking to my girlfriend and all....but that's sick. After about an hour, tops, my girlfriend and I are just like, "soooo.....anything else happen today?" "Nope. Well, I broke my pencil lead twice in math today." "You already told me that. Twice." "Oh, yeah." "Ethan and I played fooseball today." "Really?" "Yeah. It was fun." As you can see....this is a very boring proposition. To be honest, I like to call it wasting time. And money. If you don't have anything to say....don't talk. Just giving Ethan a hard time, of course, but I don't personally see how one can spend that much time on the phone. I'd kill myself. Thus spoketh the great Fluffy. Goodnight.