Friday, June 13, 2003

I called my dad last night and he wasn't home. Then he called me on his cell phone and I was really embarrassed because I had called just to vent my frustrations and two minutes into the conversation he was like, I'm at this Grass Roots concert. First of all, how did he know that I had called his house? Two, why did he bother calling me back if he was at a concert? Three, why did he stay on the line so long, making it appear that he had at least a couple minutes to talk? He asked me a few times, Are you *sure* you're OK? What does he think, I'm about to leap off a bridge? So that was a bummer.

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