Wouldn't it just be awesome if I spent most of the morning and early afternoon on the verge of tears (or well over the verge of tears) all thanks to Whatshisfuckingface and then around 2:00 I got a text message from him?
No, it wouldn't be awesome. It would suck. Actually, I can say with 100 percent certainty that it does, in fact, suck. You can't return a phone call from Monday, but you can send me a completely random text message four days later like everything is peachy keen? And all this after I say to a couple of people, "That's it. I really think I'm done with him."
How positively wonderful.
Also, fuck you.