On the Balcony

Royal Pain in the BUTT

Don't think that this story would only revolve around on how much i hate the guy. But he really is annoying. He called me late at night just to ask if i had a great time in "his" ball.

"oh, of course i did. why wouldn't i?" i am so mean! never thought he would buy it. "oh, i love the punch and fruitcake and the chocolate fountain! they were awesome!" i meant those words, honest!

"oh, did you now?" okay, that sounded insulting and very sarcastic. " you are the best dancer in the whole universe!" strike two, pal.

"oh, i... took dance lessons when i was a kid." i should just play along , rather than shut my mouth in shock. but my head is steaming hot!

"condolences to the teacher. i pity him ." oh no he didn't!

"now look here mister, you think every girl would swoon at the mere sight of you! you are so arrogant and peacock-ish! don't you ever call me back! and yeah, never expect me to faint at your feet, because i would never!" nice. i handled it perfectly. i hung up, and felt superior! wow.

"BEEEEEEP" oh no. my cellphone rang.

"what do you want?!" i screamed.

"i thought you never want to talk to me again." ooh. this kid needs a spanking. "i just want to hear your voice. you are the only girl who acts this way. i like it. gives me more reason to call you every night, because i know you would scream at me. you're a relief!" he laughed. i never wanted to be laughed at.

i hung up. oh yeah, i pinned the prince down! i am the most awesome person in the world!

"BEEP BEEP" a message from... oooh, guess who? (don't answer that.)

" hi, Yvanne. thank you for talking to me. you gave me a chill pill after my girlfriend dumped me last night. i should talk to you more often. thank you for all the wonderful things you said about me. at least, i know how stupid i am. and no, i am not being sarcastic. everything is true, especially the dumping thing. thank you."

oops.