Just when I was deep in my sleep, I received a phone call from a friend, at 6am! He said he didnt know why he called me, as the thought of hearing my voice made him call at that hour. I could have been angry and scream at him, but I was too tired to do so. He went on blaBBerING about how he likes talking to me, when he could date me, blah blah blah. Considering that it was not even 6.30am, I've every reason to conclude that he was drunk. Even though he told me that he was out for morning jog, I don't believe. Haha, because he suddenly went silent and no response on the other side of the phone. He must have fallen asleep on his car or killed by someone.
Men are idiots.
Hmmm, 3 days since we saw each other.. I miss him. He's different, at least he doesn't call me at stupid times. Maybe I'll see him today?