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Takikyoudai is wonderful!
14 years ago
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(Any above that don't exist, I'll probably make soon.)
If someone would be nice enough to make an icon for the CrazyFurries account, I would like that. 
She called me 'because we haven't talked in a while'.
She hung up 'because her friend was on the other line'.
She said she'd call me back.
After a while, I take out my cell phone and decide to call to see what's up.
Her home phone number no longer is in use.
Her cell phone number is now a number for a beauty salon.
I use caller display to call the number she called me from.
Someone else picks up, tells me I've got the wrong number.
This really upset me…
I'm over it now, so to speak, but it still stings…
She was my first love, and I was hers…
Now… I feel like hanging up the phone the moment I hear her voice should she call again.
I'm generally a nice guy, Real friendly and kind…
But rub me the wrong way, and that's not the case…
I'm slowly moving toward unleashing my fury on anything that so much as says "HI!" all excited and pleased…
My life is not going well, and everyone around me will be suffering if it doesn't turn around…
And thinking about how everyone will be suffering because of stress and rage that's building that probably isn't their fault saddens me, because it seems people are deliberately going out of they way to anger me…
Sure, it seems like I just shrug things off…
But it lingers… it lingers for a good while…
Only when the lingering starts to pile does it show…
And when it shows, that's a good time to think carefully about what you say or do…
I might not take it the same way as when I'm my happy-go-lucky self…
And yes, this is a rant journal…
Something I don't do often…
She called me again, and this is where it gets awesome, asked me to meet up with her!
It turns out that
a) I had one number in her cell phone number typed in wrong on my phone.
b) Her parents number changed, and it was their old number that was in my cell
c) Her flatmate was the one that answered the phone when I called the number that she called me from.
It's still unknown why her flatmate said I had the wrong number,
We spent most of the date walking while discussing our exes and our lives, the loss of her virginity to a douché the pretended to love her, and my fear of physically doing sex. At the end of the double date (her best friend and best friend's boyfriend were there, but also weren't. For the most part they only spoke when the had too.) she agreed to arrange another date!
I'm walking on cloud nine with a shit load of silver lining!
Fate threw me a curve ball… such a mischievous lass.
Heroes and Heroines
I'd recommend against it…