A Faithful Text Log*

*I swear on my life that I'm copying this word for word, time for time, from my phone.

ID, (9:47pm): Where are you?
Me, (9:48pm): In my apartment
ID, (9:48pm): Come over
ID, (10:53pm): Calling me
ID, (10:55pm): Calling me
ID, (10:56pm): Voice mail, which said "whats up?"
ID, (10:57pm): Come over
ID, (11:02pm): Hello
ID, (11:07pm): Hello
ID, (11:10pm): Using AIM to text message, Hello
ID, (11:12pm): Calling me
Me, (11:30pm): Hey, I fell asleep, I'm just going to stay in. (this was a lie, I was on a date, maybe I should have said that, but it was with ID's good friend... I was too tired to open that can of worms)
ID, (11:31pm): Ok sorry, tomorrow?
Me, (11:32pm): I'm going to chicago (not a lie)
ID, (11:33pm): Ah cripes, I want to see you
ID, (11:37pm): I love you
ID, The Next Day, (11:44am): Belch, whats up?
Me, (11:47am): We need to talk
ID, (11:47am): Uh oh whats up?
Me, (11:48am): You being insane
ID, (11:49am): Yeah what did I do now?
Me, (11:51am): You called me 20 times and text messages me 80 times before I had a chance to answer.
ID, (11:53am): What shit I was drunk damn, I'm sorry
Me, (11:55am): No excuse (seriously, do you know HOW MANY times I've been around him drunk? Never has this happened.)
ID, (11:58am): You are right, I was a little bent out of shape I knew it wasn't right I am sorry.
ID, (12:05pm): Yeah, I suppose we got a few things to talk about
Me, (12:06pm): Yes.
ID, (12:07pm): Ok, when is a good time?
Me, (12:08pm): Tonight when I get back.
ID, (12:08pm): Ok