Oh Phonebooth.. or whatever he wants to call himself now. Koytt? What a joke.
He was somehow able to talk to me. He connected through a landline call. I still have no clue how he did it. Somehow his stupid peanut brain can do things that he doesn't even know he's doing.
The phone could act like an antenna, picking up and sending signals over Wi-Fi or cellular networks, even though it looks like a disconnected landline.... Or maybe he DID just connect through landline. How the hell did he figure out how to connect to anyone?
I didn't answer the call. I was doing.... OTHER things. More important than to talk to a nitwit. But he did leave a voicemail... A one minute voicemail of him talking about his day and telling me to visit his blog.
He has a friend called Bluescreen. I can't say much about him. I never really see him anywhere. Kind of like I can't see him ever. I have a record of not being able to see some people through the net. It might be another case of that.
However, Phonebooth is DISGUSTINGLY attached to him. Seriously, he can't last a singular minute without him. It's so disturbing to see. I hate it, bleugh. I hope they get separated by fate and never ever reunite.

One day. I'll get to him. One day.