Strangely enough this is a true story that happened to me yesterday.
Being fairly ill, I had to stay home from a family function. Seeming all at once at about 3:30 pm, my cable died, my radio went on the fritz (see: silent hill), all of my buddies signed off of aim, and I instantly felt 110% better. Thinking nothing of it I sat and tried to finish off season 4 of rescue me, seeing as I had nothing better to do. After a few hours I started to get a little lonely, so I made some calls, and sent out a few texts...and received nothing back. Nobody picked up, and nobody responded to my texts.
At this point I got a little worried, of all people I could call my mother never fails to call me back, or take more than a few minutes to shoot me back a text. I got nothing from her or my father despite many many attempts to reach them.
It was then I noticed, it was solid silence outside. I live a stones throw from Lake Shore Drive in Chicago...that is NEVER quiet. This is went I started thinking, "Am I dead?" I sat there on my bed, with Rescue Me playing in the background, wondering if this was it. Was I cut off from everyone? After a few hours of this (around 10:30 pm) everything sprung back to life. My radio cleared up, my cable started again, my buddy list repopulated, and I received texts from everyone I sent them out to, and got a call back from my mom.
you missed what happened after my party. after my singer finally showed up he bitched out and left, he came back and tried to fight me, i spit blood in his eye at some point idr then the police came
shit sucked what a terrible fucking birthday party
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