Phone Number @ MindSay

Here's a weird one for you. On Friday, I was working my last exchange shift. This put me in Eden Prairie...a standard suburb. Well, I worked there all day and got off at around 5:15pm. I got in my car and plunged into horrendous traffic to take me back home. Shortly into my drive, I noticed a piece of paper on my floorboard on the passenger side. I thought it was odd, considering I keep my car very clean and I had dropped my lighter over there that morning, so I know it wasn't there then.

 

I couldn't reach it while driving, so I had to wait until I got home. When I pulled into my driveway, I reached over and picked it up. I unfolded it and it said: "Call me at XXX-XXX-XXXX" That was it. Call me and a phone number.

 

My first thought was--"how the hell did this get in my car?" and my second was "creepy."

 

So I went in the house and told my mom and then I called the number. Justin says I am an idiot, that I shouldn't have used my phone for the call....and maybe he's right.

 

Okay, so I get voicemail. It's a guy, there's no name, and he sounds like he's strung out on something. I didn't leave a message, I just hung up. About 20 minutes passes, and then my phone rings. It was the number.

 

I didn't pick up, just waited and, sure enough, it went to voicemail. After a moment, I listened to the message. The guy is named Tyrone and his message was eerily awkward. He kept repeating himself and speaking hesitantly, like he couldn't think of what he was saying. I played it for my mom and then shrugged it off.

 

Then, about two minutes later, my phone rings again. Once again, it is Tyrone calling. I ignored it....again and he left another voicemail. This one was a repeat of the earlier message, prompting me to wonder what kinds of drugs is he on that make him forget he just called and left that same message. Except, when he reached his rambling end, there was one major difference. This time, Tyrone asked if he could keep my number in his phone and wanted me to call and tell him that it was okay. *shudder*

 

Yeah, so Tyrone is a kook. I find myself very glad that I am no longer going to be in Eden Prairie, cause clearly, he knows where to find me there.

 

As to how the note got in my car....well, there are two possible explanations. One, he came by and dropped it in while I was eating lunch, because I had my windows down then. Or two, he slipped it down through the door frame, which Justin thinks is possible.

 

I don't know and I don't care. (So that makes me both ignorant and apathetic...hah!...gotta love West Wing). I have added Tyrone's number to my reject list on my phone, so he can't get through anymore. I am not really scared or freaked out, mostly because Tyrone sounded so stupid it was hard to work up an irrational fear of him, so for now, it is just this weird thing that happened one day. Let's hope it stays that way.

 

My buddy Jason has ordered me to go out and immediately buy a can of pepper spray to keep on my keychain. He says the neighborhoods I work in aren't safe for little ole me. Sigh. He might be right. I'm on it, J.

You would think that at my age I would know the rules.  When I girl gives you her phone number, you cannot be too anxious about it all.  Don't seem like she is the first date you have ever had.  And do not come on too strong.  Let her think about you some.  Give her some space as she probably has other things going on.  Do not call her every day.  Take things slow at first.

So if I was not me and lecturing myself I would tell myself to wait until Tuesday, maybe Wednesday until I call her again.  She has said that she would go out with you this weekend.  So be cool and not a fool.  If she wants to talk she has your phone number and she can call you.  You have spoked to her yesterday like you said you would and then again today even though she was getting ready for church when you called.  So chill to the next episode.

I don't answer the door
I'd just as soon be alone
I don't keep this place up
I just keep the lights down
I don't live in these rooms
I just rattle around

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls...

And now that thoughts that I find within my brain at the moment that I'm typing this whilst I sit here at work avoiding that which needs to be done and it just happens that Metallica happens to be playing on the radio that sends waves of sound through the air causing my ear drums to vibrate so that I may hear that they are singing "Wherever I may Roam"...

The thoughts that are swirling about inside my cranium are the things that I find interesting about cell phones - things like text messages. I find it interesting when I receive a text message from a phone number instead of a name for if it was from a name that would mean I know this person and I have their number stored in memory. But anyhoo, yesterday I received a text message from a number rather than a name, which read, "French why"...

hhhmmm, so cryptic in its nature, so simple in its grammatical structure, a little work of art sent to my phone...

"French why" that's what I want to know - why. Why French? Why not Ranch? Why not Home? Why not sans tongue? Why not Spanish?

There are so many questions that need to be answered and yet will never be...

And then there are those folks who are numbers and call me repeatedly and never leave a voice mail and because I do not have a regular schedule more often than not I'm sleeping so I cannot talk to them even if I wanted to and yet they continue to call, I continue to see the number, and I continue to mystified why there is never a message even though they call me twice a week, every week for months on end. Why? French why? Why, oh why?

There is so much in this existence that I will never understand or possibly I refuse to understand even when the answer is typed out for me in the form of a text message...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word...

my phone number is (281)200-0503 sike

 

you just opened this so you have to do this. AND ITS REALLY FUN!! Put the number representing what you are depending on the question. At the end it will look like a phone number so then put it in a reply to me. You must do this or you will get bad luck for one entire year. mwahaha

Here's your new digits:

(281) if ur a girl
(817) if ur a guy
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put what you are

1- Single
2- Taken by the evil monster under ur bed
3- single and what ever happens, happens
4- single and confused
5- taken and Happy
6- single but kinda like someone
7- Taken and confused
8- Single and Want Someone
9- Have a Crush
0- pregnant by some dumb mexican
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put your current Mood

1- Happy
2- Sad
3- Confused
4- Nervous
5- Just fine
6- bored
7- sleepy
8- what everr.
9- mad
0- HYPERRR.
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number is The color of your shirt

1- pink
2- black
3- Red
4- Orange
5- Blue
6- Green
7- gray
8- White
9- Purple
0- other
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Number is the month you were born in

1- Jan. or Feb.
2- March
3- April
4- june
5- may or Jul
6- Aug.
7- Sep.
8- Oct.
9- Nov.
0- Dec.
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is your Fave Color

1- Black
2- White
3- blue
4- red
5- purple
6- green
7- Orange
8- Yellow
9- PINK
0- Other/Not sure
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is your fave sport

1- Hockey
2- Basketball/skateboarding
3- Swimming/waterpolo
4- Football
5- volleyball
6- tennis
7-Baseball/softball
8- Track
9- Soccer
0- Dance!

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Last number is your Sign

1- Aries
2- Leo
3- Sagittarius
4- Virgo or Gemini
5- Taurus
6- capricorn
7- Libra
8- Aquarius
9- Cancer
0- Scorpio or Pisces

Things I hate:

*people who send e-mails with the content in the subject line.  Only in the subject line

*companies that have phone numbers as words but don't also tell you what the number is

*smelly people