So aside from the fact that one day I may die on my commute from one of the countless people who absolutely cannot drive on the East side, I realized that I have been terrible about writing and I have something hilariously funny to share.
So Sar and I were out last night and as per usual our "one quick drink" turned into three (...typical) and then this hysterical thing happened.
It seriously just embodies my life at this point. I can't help but laugh at it.
Last night, when I got home from the bar, I was getting ready for bed and this asshole left me a creepy as fuck voicemail.
Yeah. So I lied. There's nothing funny about today's post. I just felt that I needed to do something to communicate to the person who called me at 12:56 AM from a blocked number and decided it would be hysterical to leave me an actually terrifying message in which they say my name and say a bunch of things about my blog.
I will be filing a police report about this and releasing all of my permissions for them to go through my phone records to find you. (Think this isn't a real thing? Here, I found the link to the law it falls under so even you can understand it with your obvious lack of basic intelligence).
There are only a handful of people who could have possibly done this considering I got a new number and you must be a good enough friend of mine to have it (that or you're an insane cyberstalker and in that case here's how you can be prosecuted too!).
Whoever did this obviously doesn't know me very well because if you thought you were going to just scare me without any consequences...Surprise! You lost.
I hope your 57 seconds of fun was worth it. If you want to talk to me about it or own up please by all means give me a call or shoot me a text as you obviously have my number.
Happy Thursday, asshole.
XOXO,
Abby
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