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#Textpectation
The anticipation one feels when waiting for a response to a text message.
I used to suffer from this technological affliction, texting a guy I really liked, being all cute in the message and ending it with a question so that a response should be expected - and then sitting, looking, waiting and staring at the phone.
“What’s that noise?”
“Is that my phone?”
“Why hasn’t he replied?”
And then….
BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!
A mad ninja style dash and grab of the phone, buttons already pressed to open the message before it even reaches your eyes, and then reading the message - not from him but from your mother, asking you to get some milk!
And then, almost giving up the hope of response and crying and deleting his number (I am over-dramatising, I’m not like that - that would be someone I know, lol), you decide to take a shower and as soon as you step under the stream of water, you hear the phone beeping away in the distance, its only in another room because phones aren’t waterproof - jumping out of the shower and close to slipping over and killing yourself you sprint, naked and wet towards your phone….the message reads
$£XY GiR|_$ g4nG 84nG
You scream, not at the fact its a spam type message, but of the fact that you’re not actually into girls in the slightest and the spammers should know you like cock, for a split second you forget the Textpectation, but then its back, it wasn’t him texting!
You climb into bed defeated, fall asleep and as soon as you drift off to the land of dreams, your phone - now on silent, flashes and the message…
“I really like you, let’s see each other again soon! X”
wow! # # # thank you mr! hehe (is current wearing only a shirt as getting ready for a long day!! #
- and dont apologise, its all good *winks* lol # see you MY tonight on skype then? #My parents so called friend is still in our house, just walked through the door, without knocking! And where are my parents? I think my mothers at work, but my stepdad? No idea, nice of them to let me know that someone I don’t know is going to come round after work! I’ll tell you something, I hate people I don’t know coming around here, they try to make conversation with me and after a long day at work, all I want to do is sit down, watch a bit of tv, make a cup of tea and then go online - I’m hoping I’m not coming off as too moany but I’m sure many of you will understand where I’m coming from.
From what I overheard, this freeloading scum in my house used to be a cocaine addict - FAB! Just the kind of company I like to endure, NOT!
I think I’m going to make my excuses, make my cups of tea and then fuck off to my room and leave old freakface downstairs on his own, mind you - I’d be scared he’d steal something!
Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!
# x # # #What is it about my parents, they really do seem to attract all sorts of the wrong people - tonight for instance, my stepdads so called friend has come over here, drunk and from what I’m overhearing, just got arrested for threatening his wife with a knife - great! And he’s staying on our sofa tonight.
I for one am not amused, and they both know that these kind of people really put me on edge, drunks especially - what I find really odd is that my stepdad, an alcoholic - is giving him advice on not drinking! Pot Kettle Black!
Eurrgh!! Get out, get out, GET OUT!
keep me occupied - twinkleboi@gmail.com # # # #
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