antics, part two
God. I've just spent the past half hour exchanging six bizarre text messages with JDM, who was, for whatever reason, under the (very incorrect) impression that L, one of our friends, 'hated' him. Then, deciding that my text messages weren't of enough reassurance, he rang me instead.'Hey, you ok?' he asked. It was noisy (or windy?) wherever he was.
'Yeah, I'm ok, you? Where are you, by the way?'
'I'm on Charlotte Street', was what I reckon he said, 'and completely and utterly shit-faced'.
Before I could open my mouth to ask why - although the answer was really rather obvious at this point - he began babbling incomprehensibly, and started to giggle. A few seconds thereafter, he promptly hung up on me. Erm...right.
Edited to add:
12.03.05 03:37 From: JDM
Sorry about earlier. I was being attacked by a drunken Welsh friend. S himself told me that L hates me. I'm not lying or making this up or whatever you think.
Are men just as insecure as women? A drunken Welshman. Truly frightening.
L'Esthete @ 02:30
