ilovemonkeiz

So. I've got this super power, right? It's fairly powerful, but I should use it more carefully than I do. What is this power, you ask? The power to make anyone mad at me. And how did I receive this glorious power? Because no one ever taught me to think before I speak.  I, for one, blame my mother for my gift. I mean, honestly, she couldn't have taught me how to control it when I was young? No. She left me to grow up and be able to piss anyone off, at any time. This is not a wonderful power, I tell you. I shall teach myself to control. I will do it. I will.

And there's this paper with a phone number on it and I subconsciously taped it to the computer with the number facing out and it keeps saying "Call him! Call him!" Then I look at the stupid paper and go, "No, it's long distance." Then the paper is all like, "Use your mother's phone." And so I go, "My mom would ask why I'm calling someone with a 317 area code." And then he shuts up. Then, a little while later, he'll catch me looking at him, and in a subtle whisper, he'll say, "Call him, silly. You know you want to. Do it. Do it." But I can't listen to a silly piece of paper because I know that once his voice says hello, I'll freeze up and say something stupid. Either I'll forget my name, or there'd be nothing but word vomit escaping from my mouth.. I mean, sure, I want to call him, but it'd be weird, you know? He wouldn't know it was me and all, but still. I'd rather not embarrass myself. Stupid paper needs to shut up.