I used to feel sorry for them. I used to thank the Lord I wasn't one of them. I used to be so much better than that. Not anymore. I'm officially an " OMG, I can't believe he hasn't called" girl. Now I know why I used to be thankful I wasn't a part of this. It's awful. Everytime your phone rings (that is if it's not playing "Oh" by Ciara and Luda because this is the ringtone you have stored for your close girlfriends) you run to look and a see who it is. When it's not him, a wave of disappointment falls over you and you reluctantly answer the phone and pretend you're excited to hear from the person on the other end. This whole thing is even worse than i thought. And! it's affecting me more than I thought. For one: I sit around and let a phonecall occupy my thoughts. What is that??? I don't even like the damn phone. Secondly, It is making me disappointed to hear from some of the most fabulous people in the world. For instance, I have this amazing aunt. She doesn't believe in artificial air, she doesn't shave, and on occasion she will send me brownies and ravioli. I love talking to her. She called yesterday and since it wasn't boy I felt overwhelmed with disappointment. DISAPPOINTMENT. Rec (i before e, except after c) eiving a phonecall from one of the most entertaining people I know should not fill me with disappointment. Dumb boy. It's all his fault. I rue the day i met him. Last, i can't trust myself with my phone when i'm drinking. It's worse than a loaded gun. I have a pride thing. Yes, i know it's a sin...my mother has warned me of this on several occasions, but i can't kick it. So, the next morning when i see that i have drunk dialed said boy, it KILLS me. Seriously, I hate it. I erased every trace of his number. My text messages from him, my missed calls, my rec (i before e, except after c) eived calls, and those damn dialed calls. However, i'm still quite sharp when drinking and last night i listened to some messages he had left me and took the operator up on her " call this person back" option. He answered and then I think it hit me that i had just called him (who hadn't called me in 2 days), so i hung up. I woke up this morning and had a missed call from him at 3. Completely unacceptable. Dumb boy. So, this morning at 9:47 a.m. i erased some of the cutest messages i've ever had from a boy.