blurbs by m-a

bottomline is, he'll never get sick of me. i'm sorry, thats just the way it is.

the guy from the at&t store called me today.
me: i hate when that happens.
its like, you did a good thing, you fixed my phone, i appreciate it, but that's as far as this goes.

like i care about his "fresh ass" apartment. its not even in a "penthouse" zone.

who picks that ringtone?

he called me twice, in like ten minutes. i just told the phone to stop him.