Because when he finally offers, you're just too exhausted from the 20 texts that were sent and received over the course of an hour and a half (instead of a call), and you just want to go to bed. You were also waiting up, and therefore going to bed much later than you wanted.
But it's okay; he was working on a video for his funny blog. A blog which, everytime he posts, he asks you that same day if you've read it. And you're pretty sure the handful of times that you yourself have posted, he hasn't even read them.
...Throw back to sophomore year of high school xangas, anyone? I mean seriously, how frickin' accurate is that?
Monday, December 17, 2007
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