Sunday, February 22, 2009
Cell phone ringing. S*#t. I left it downstairs charging. Race for the phone and don't make it in time. Check missed calls. My brother called. Fun, maybe he wants to play. Call him right back. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. *shit, where is he?* Ring. Ring. "You have reached Baby Brother's cell phone. Blah, blah, blah." Well, that's rude, you called me. Fine. Be a brat. Try again.
"Hey, Kat, sorry about that, my phone called you." How sad. I have a relationship with an iPhone. At least it has cute apps. I like the Star Wars light saber one; it sounds just like you are playing, uh, I mean, fighting, with a light saber.
Well, at least his butt did not hang up on me.