random things from talking to calvin on the phone, which is the most exciting thing that i've done outside work all week...

"you wrote her back?"
"yeah! she could be a total hottie-pants!"
"or a total idiot"
"yeah, probably that too"

"i'm 6'4" but i can crouch down to the size of a small leprechaun. does that help?"

"yeah, she totally digs me"
"the fat girl?"
"yeah, and i shut her down. as nicely as i could"

"i just beat them up and got tons of free money, but then they put it in the bank so i was like, blah. done."

"WRONG!"
"it's my birth month! i know how to spell it!"
"okay, that works, it's the stupid little...i dunno, what the crap..."

"i can hear you typing. what are you saying?"
"haha. i am cracking myself up from writing all these weirdo girls. okay, this is the one drowning girl... ashley, if i was drowning and you didn't know me, would you jump in and save me? huh? would ya?...oh, that is gonna be funny. girls respond to me. i was telling this little girl the other day, the one who's crazy who may or may not be interested in me, about all these cute girls on campus, that i'm not scared of them, i'm scared of me cuz i know if i put the moves on them they wouldn't stand a chance, and she was giving me crap about, have you ever heard my guitar playing thing?...if a guy starts playing the guitar and singing, whatever, not even romantic, it causes a chemical imbalance in girls and they're like "oh, they're so great". anyway, i was telling her that and she was giving me crap, and i was asking these other girls, what's better, a guy who dances with you or a guy who plays the guitar and sings?...and she was asking these other girls, and i was like, shut up josie..."
"what did the other girls say"
"i dunno, i tuned out..."

"what the heck. i'm a huge fan of the social scene and love being out, but pajamas and flannel sheets rock my world. what is that?"

"i should write like 10,000 girls, just to be weird...copy...paste..."

"well, sometimes my mouth and my brain don't match up"

"my neck was getting really sore from trying to hold my phone with my earlobe"

"ah, schnaps"

"and...uh...big gulp"

"yeah, it makes me look dead sexy"

"i can add a smiley face to this message! should i send the little one with the heart on it?"
"yes"
"oh, look, so special. if i marry this girl, i can tell her i knew the very first time i talked to her... okay, next. find the next girl. ...daughter...oh, you're done. she's only 21! i like playing video games and listening to techno trance?... i love tall guys! oh, wait... yes! requirement is 6'4" to 6'10" i just squeaked in. compose... this is what i'm writing "hey! pick me! i'm tall. and kind of cute in the face. here is a picture. hope you like it! hooray for tall people." sounds like a 3rd grader, but oh well. just look she's gonna be 5'2" but whateva."

"am i slender or athletic?"
"i dunno...in between?"
"how about washboard, that sounds cool"
"i guess you're long and flat like a washboard, but i think that means you have a six pack."
"that's okay, we can let girls think that"

"languages spoken? they should have "body language""

"what's up gangsters! can i put that on here?"

"some midgets are cool. they get to make movies and stuff."