hi anna, whats up?
nothing, im surprised youre even talking to me.
why wouldnt i talk to you?
good question, why havent you been talking to me?
well, you dont call, and i know youre busy with stuff like figuring out what outfit to wear.
what?
sorry about the French Open.
yeah, well, c’est la vie.
la vie, so what are you up to?
um, you mean other than totally fuming that you’ve been ignoring me?
ok, im gonna go if youre going to be like this.
a friend of mine saw you at the baja fresh this afternoon.
so? i was scouting it out for Wendy’s who wants to buy them all.
yeah, right, you were with a girl.
so what, commrade, this is a free country.
you were holding her HAND!
it’s over between her and me, anna, if you read my blog once in a while you’d have known that.
??? what??? you wrote this morning one thing, then the other minute my friend emails me and says youre still holding her hand at lunch!
you know i stay friends with everyone i meet.
uh-huh. close friends, i can see.
im still friends with you, arent i?
um, not really. no.
ok, i really have to go, anna. this has been real.
you know what, fine! and you know what else?
you cant stop thinking about me?
uh, no.
you cant stop dreaming about me? my windsong stays on your mind?
try again.
whenever you see a tom hanks movie you get a little sad and miss me and feel like calling me up, but you stop yourself cuz youre just a stubborn little girl, deep down?
why are you so mean?
just playing, hottie.
well im not. i hope the lakers lose.
now who’s being mean?
well now, finally, you know how it feels.
what? to be on your own? like a complete unknown.
oh, go f yourself.
you have a good weekend too, baby.
and sk smith 