Rrrrrrrring, the phone says, and I ignore it as utterly as I can, rolling back into a dream in which I am making out with someone rather unlikely.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrring.
Fuggoff, it's bloody 2pm, the middle of the fucking night.
RRRRRRRRING, I SAID!!!
Goddamn phones, they're all over my life these days.
"Mphphello?"
"Hey, it's me, what's up, what'
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