I’m going to get a new number tomorrow. Apparently people wrote down the phone number of their favorite fake whore. I just got a pic of a giant naked cock. A few minutes later I got a text saying “im sorry from da bottom of my hart i had wrong number” so at least he somehow figured it out.
This has gone on long enough, though. I get a few calls and texts a day about the business. Most of them are just annoying, but that last one? Ugh. I really don’t need that on my phone.
Completely unrelated: Erik had a sleepover last night and came home wanting to play Minecraft. He used all his saved money to buy a refurbished desktop and the game. He has no clue how to play and just keeps whining about it. I’m about to go into orbit with the whining. I have no clue how to play the game. I don’t want to have a clue. I have a shit ton of work to do. I am mean and cranky and having a visit from dear aunt flo (which always feels weird to write since I actually have an Aunt Flo. It took me years to figure out not everyone had an Aunt Flo.)
I hope I’m in a better mood tomorrow. I hate throwing bigger fits than my two year old.