talking talking talking
will it ever stop?I spent over 2 hours on the phone to RenaissanceMan, yakking away like old times. It seems that though he's still the same old nice boy I knew, he's growing quite a bad boy attitude and becoming quite reckless and callous- not that I'm saying it's no good.
Knowing him, I know this is just him breaking free, going to the other extreme before he decides on his medium. I have too much faith in him sometimes. You could almost call it blind. But along with the fab 5, he is someone I trust with my life.
Actually, I rang him because he was in the process of saving my life: sending over some 10MB worth of ads from Lush FM via express post. He's driving all the way to the TV station (which is in the middle of woop woop) making arrangements to pick it up, picking it up, sending it off, and only charging me when I come home in the extremely shadowy future.
All for a presentation I have in a week.
I love talking to him. But I really have talked too much.
Then Butterball called demanding to know why I dropped the MSN conversation with him quite literally mid-sentence. (I couldn't leave RenaissanceMan waiting by the phone for some crazy chick over 1000km away, especially when he's the one doing me the favour)
Spoke to him for 20min "finishing my sentence" and then realising that at 1.30am, it's way too late to try to study...when you woke up at 6.30 and you have to wake up at 8.30 tomorrow.
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posted by sway @ 1:33 AM
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