- *Crawls into mouse hole and hides until it's safe*
- November 2nd, 2008
I've been getting in contact with people from Australia again and Brad by far, scared the shit out of me more than the general worry and concern I have for everyone else. He rang me and his opening line was, "you are one fucking stupid woman" Than he ranted/yelled at me because somehow it was my fault that he kept on dialing my number wrong and it took him three months to figure it out.
He hadn't said who he was so I thought he was Ash and I thought Ash was angry at me, like, REALLY angry at me because he (ash) would never talk to me like that. So hurt and confused and stoned and tired (because it was late at night) I tried to ask nicely and gently what was wrong in a way that I would to Ash, because my first and only assumption on being spoken to as rudely and viciously as I thought ash had, was that something had gone horribly horribly wrong. Like, worse than life and death horribly wrong, just horrible.
Anyway, Brad sais to me, "Drugs man. Fucking drugs." And I STILL think he's Ash because Ash is the only one who calls me, and than I started to get really upset because I thought Ash was jumping down my neck about marijuana (which is not his style, so again, strange) and so I say to Brad, "What the FUCK is wrong with you dude?? WHY are you talking to me like that? Is something wrong??"
Brad, the fucking dipshit that he is sais, "No. Why would anything be wrong?" Than I'm more confused.
Than I think, Ash is not the kind of person who would act like a dipshit.
Than I think, the only person I know who would insist on being this rude is.....BRAD *click* And the light goes on.
I say, "OH MY FUCKING GOD. THIS IS BRAD??"
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CHOSE YOUR OPENING LINE TO BE, YOU ARE ONE FUCKING STUPID WOMAN??"
"I dunno." Than he laughs. He thinks he's very funny.
Than I hang up on him.
Dearest friends from Australia.
Please don't scare me away before I even get back. I've missed you for to long.