The early bird does not necessarily catch the worm…
moocowinthecity So at 4:25 this morning my cell phone goes off; and I answer it, assuming that one of my friends must be missing at least three limbs and at least half of a major sex organ (those being my requirements for any situation to count as an emergency and therefore acceptable to call me at that hour). I answer it:
Me: “Shalom”
Person: “Hello”
Me: “Who is this?”
Person: “John”
Me: “Okay…”
John: “You listed ‘random play’ under looking for on facebook…”
Me: “Don’t call me at 4:25 in the morning”
So I hang up, assuming that this has to be some assholes idea of a joke when he sends a text message to see if I’d be interested in hanging out (which I responded to and told him to send me a message through facebook because I really do need a visual on this one).
Lacking that, why wouldn’t you just send me a message through facebook in the first place so I could respond to you at a normal hour? Believe me, I know well the natural desires one gets during the spring time (despite the fact that we just had a snowstorm so it feels more like January than it does like spring) however I also know that at 4:25 in the morning you can just jerk yourself off and go to bed and not harass strangers. Also, I don’t know anyone who’s really…um…pleasant at 4:25 am unless you’ve already been sleeping with them in bed and have been curled up for awhile and lacking that, I don’t do booty calls.
I’ll keep you updated as events progress…I planned on going running today; but it’s freaking freezing outside so I’m going to hop back into bed and go running indoors on campus later.
G’night