Drunken phone calls

....I'm sure most of us have either made or received them. You know, those calls. You're out with friends, having a couple drinks. And something tells you, *hint - the alcohol* that now would be a great time to call your boyfriend, your ex, your crush, and profess how you feel about them. Not always a bad thing is it?

Last night my phone rings while I was asleep. *never mind it was only 10pm* So I actually answered it, not paying enough attention to see the number. On the other end, at the top of his lungs, was dude singing along with the radio, playing the song Hey There Delilah....singing his little heart out. *For those of you who don't know the song, here's a piece....

Hey there Delilah, Don't you worry about the distance, I'm right there if you get lonely, Give this song another listen, Close your eyes, Listen to my voice it's my disguise, I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

What a sweet song....As I slowly woke up, I'm saying hello? hello? but he couldn't hear me over his somewhat off-key vocals. But now that a high note fully woke me up, I looked at the phone, realized the number calling was NOT in my phone, and alas I realized ummmm....I don't think I even KNOW this guy!! He finished his serenade, and hung up without saying anything else...I feel bad, that the woman he meant to sing to, will never know....then I felt worse, that he wasn't really singing to me! I threw the phone in the chair next to the bed, and went back to sleep.

Maybe I'm just a B@tch

Ok, so no. I AM a b%tch. I pretty much know that....but I stand by my opinion that I do not resort to expressing that side of me, unless necessary. Now, everyone's standards as to what makes it "necessary" is probably where we'll disagree.

BUT....I'm sorry. With all of today's technology which is wonderful, there seems to be a lack of etiqutte lessons to go along with the use of it. I don't want an email saying Bill Gates will give me money if I forward this email to all my friends. I'm not signing any petitions, I'm not going to be cursed by not sending it to my 10 friends either...if I am to be cursed, trust its already happened.

And unless you have something phenomenal to say, which chances are, you don't, there's no need to try to talk to me at 7:50 in the morning. I barely want to be up at that time, I less desire to be on the train or walking to work, and I see little need to talk to a complete stranger about why he can't have my number. Maybe I'm missing out on my prince charming with that attitude. But chances are, my prince doesn't want to be up at that hour and wouldn't bother me anyways....

So with my insignificant ranting, I'm back!! Hopefully I'll blog some of my latest "only me" stories :)