Okay.

Raise your hand if you love Gertrude Hawk chocolate.

Cause I sure do.

HAPPY FRICKIN 2005 YA'LL.

I didn't drink much last night. I just...wasn't in the mood? My stepdad bought us kids a whole HUGE case of Smirnoff, so I'll just drink it when I'm READY to get completely wasted. Go me.

So, I went to this little shindig at my Paps today. Got my chocolate of course<3, a really pretty bracelet, and TONS O' MONEY. My G-ma Starr gave me 100 bucks, and she usually gives me 50. So I'm all like happy and stuff. Wouldn't you be?

NO. I just love being with my family, of course. I wasn't looking forward to the yummy dinner and presents the whole time. =]

Hm. So yes. I'm just sitting there, a few minutes away from opening my presents, when I decide, HM. LET'S PLAY WITH THE CELL PHONE, SHALL...I?!

I turn it on. Up pops my message NEW VOICEMAIL! CHECK IT, CHECK IT! Kay, maybe not those exact words. But not the point.

So, I'm typing in my password, and listening, when I hear this GUY'S voice. I'm like WhoTF?!

AND IT'S ANTHONY.

Whoa.

((For those of you who don't know, he's my ex. We haven't talked in MONTHS.))

The message was something like this : "Hey, um, it's Anthony, just um...calling to see what you were doing. Later."

At first, I thought...HAHA. That loser has the wrong effing number. Then I remember...Dude. My voicemail says my name, yo. He must be really, really stupid to not realize that it's me.

Should I call him back? Or just...I don't know, I think I have a plan of action here.

Um....interesting day. Yes.

*munches on chocolate*

Le yum.

// Edit

So everybody is telling me to call him back. Not a problem, he called me at 2:30 IN THE FECKING MORNING.

I was still wide awake though, of course. I was putting my contacts back IN and here my catchy Latin beat ringtone. I see it's Courtney, so like, I answered it. And Anthony and I talked for like, a half hour or so.

And I talked to Courtney too.

I think they were all stoned.

BUT. They're definitely coming down to see Tasia and me!!

I'm so excited. And I just can't hide it.

I was gonna get my hair cut. But there are no places open on Sundays. So whatever. Then, I was gonna get a PS2, but Wal-Mart sold out. Super duper, huh?

&&&the cats ate Rae's cake. Yay.

Kay. Yes.