When my phone rings or vibrates, for a split second I assume it’s you. My heart skips a beat. That annoys me even more.
You asked how the salmon was, and all I wanted to do was call and tell you how they gave me chicken instead and it was okay but I was a little disappointed. You would’ve thought the pork was a little dry. I wanted to tell you how I did the electric slide and learned the wobble with old ladies and sat at a table with the pregnant ones. But I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone. No one else would care like you. And I’m not even sure you would, really.0 notes / 1 month ago / reblog