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These Little Events...~
... that makes you feel like crap.

Passed midnight, the phone rings. At that time, you can only think of bad things happening. People in really deep shit, accident or even death.

But nope! It was just this guy from somewhere in the Southern part of France who needed me to pass a message to some other guy in Paris... Like... I knew you would be home, I knew you would be on your computer and I knew you wouldn't be in bed yet. And oh! By the way, hello, how are you, it's been a while.

Not mentioning his girlfriend on the background almost insulting me... What am I saying... Cleary insulting me.

Some people have nerves. I just hanged up and went back tom my boring-stupid-ass-predictable life.

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Comment posted on September 23rd, 2007 at 12:30 AM
Must be someone you killed in airsoft.
Comment posted on September 23rd, 2007 at 09:14 AM
No airsoft related. Tsk.
Comment posted on September 23rd, 2007 at 12:00 AM
it has come to my attention that the people who live in the Southern part of France really don't want people to know their exact location. Otherwise you would hear everyone say "Someone from Marseille/Toulouse/Bordeaux" instead of "South Of France".
Comment posted on September 23rd, 2007 at 12:06 AM
South of France is as vast as Paris in term of 'guess who I am referring to'. I don't specially want to say names or specifically point fingers.

So... It was done on purpose. u_u