I Am So Psychic, Which Means My Awesome Factor Just Increased By Like... A Ka-jillion.
By Awkwardly Alive on January 23, 2013
So, every Tuesday, Kelloggs, John Hamm, and I meet up for Tacos at this Mexican restaurant in Suburbia. They have this deal known as Taco Tuesday, where you can order id="mce_marker" Tacos, which are actually pretty delicious.
Since Kelloggs is a giant flake, he decided he wasn't going to show up last night, but instead go home and take care of his flu-ridden mother.
What a jerk.
Anyway, this is the conversation we had this morning:
Kelloggs: Sorry I missed all the fun last night.
Me: Haha, you didn't really. We just drank beer and ate tacos. And we tweeted a lot...
Kelloggs: Wow, I can't believe I missed you guys playing with your phones all night. I sure won't want to miss that next week.
Me: THEY WERE FUNNY AND CLEVER TWEETS, OKAY?!? Plus, we wouldn't have had to do that if you had shown up!
Kelloggs: I thought you guys were friends with each other and could carry on a conversation without me!
Me: Yeah... we were... with Twitter...
Kelloggs: Classic. Sorry again that I couldn't make it, but my mom is feeling a lot better this morning, so all is well.
Me: Good! You're a good son. Some lady will be lucky to have you.
Kelloggs: You'd think so.
Me: You're right. I know you too well to really think that.
Kelloggs: Haha I HATE YOU.
Me: If by "hate" you mean "love", I KNOW!
Kelloggs: You DO know me too well.
Me: Yeah. Are you scared? I'd be scared.
Kelloggs: GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
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