So the other day I got a strange voicemail of a woman screaming something unintelligible. I thought at first it was my sister Renee because she often leaves me weird messages where she is half yelling half singing. I didn't recognize the number, and it was not someone programmed in my phone, so I deleted the message right after listening to it. I assumed it was a wrong number, but I thought I would look up the number because it was a weird area code. It came out of Champaign, Ill. I'm pretty positive it was an ex-boyfriend which totally pisses me off for a variety of reasons which I will list for you all.
1. Timing of the phone call was lousy. It came during the week I was moving out of town, and I was at dinner with a special friend, so it interrupted my fun times. I am stressed out right now and I don't have the time or patience for tom-foolery. Even if someone I actually liked pranked me, I would be irritated.
2. It was a female voice which means this guy is dating someone who is so immature that she thinks it would be hilarious to prank someone from her guy's past.
3. Alternatively, he put her up to calling me which means he is the immature one.
4. No explanation or apology followed which means he thinks it's fine to waste my time and precious cell phone minutes--WHICH I HAVE TO PAY FOR---but I am not worthy of an apology for his girlfriend's/his stupidity.

Because of this lame call, I have been hesitant to blog here. Knowing him, he probably gave his girlfriend this blog. I feel like I have no privacy. Gross.
So, no one mention where I am living now so I can feel like a normal person again.

Speaking of where I am living, I went to court last week. I have a tiny crush on the judge and the people in this town are redneck-ridiculous. I was watching Reno 911 the other day, and I thought to myself, who in the hell wears their hair in the style of Junior? And no kidding, there was a dude in court with Junior's hairstyle. He was being brought up on harassment charges for calling his ex-wife. She was a delicious bit of redneck trash herself. She was wearing pants 4 sizes too small which caused a bubble of fat which she covered in a tiny t-shirt 2 sizes too small. She had 2-toned permed hair and a vacant expression. But all she wanted was for her ex to stop calling her. There are more stories to tell about court, but Lily wants to be my baby right now, so I will just have to get back with you.