Dear Everyone I've Ever Met My Whole Entire Life,
If we haven't talked in two months, I've deleted your number.
Unless you're really freaking weird and I want to make sure I know who you are when you text me randumb things here and there. I'm talking to you, Mr. Bologna.


SERIOUSLY DUDE. Balls Deep!?
If there's one thing I've learned over the last several years, it's that I am a weirdo/idiot magnet. If you ask me anything ever, you're probably demented. If you try to talk to me more than once a quarter, there's probably something up with you.
So in the wee hours of last night I got a nice message, which could possibly be creepy, but it seems like an awesome gesture right now because I haven't talked to anyone about it (so my creep-dar is totally off). You're either
A: Someone that I haven't talked to in a few months
B: Someone who got my number via the Internet.

Whoever you are, Mystery Person.....
If we exchanged numbers and I deleted you, I'm not sorry, because we haven't kept in contact; if we don't talk regularly, your number is not in my phone.
If you're just a randumb person who sent me a text, that's cool. Everyone should follow suit.
217.416.2953
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Listening to: Music that my mom will complain about because it sounds like noise (to her, but not me, but that's cool because ya know, we're all different and stuff)
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Clearly, by the last couple of sentences, everything is cool.












