The bitch got the phone call, he should have called me I'm the one who truly loves him, worships him, says a prayer for him every night, has imprinted his face in my mind, dreams about the two of us together, all she ever did was call his agent, bragged about her website, so he calls her, is moved by her charitable actions on his behalf, oh please, babe, get a clue, she isn't all that, I'm more your type, we could make beautiful music together. Now I have to endure her 30 emails about the phone call, "Oh, I'm so giggly", she writes, yeah, whatever, he still should have called me, or at the very least, answered my emails. That's okay, I have his home address, guess it's on to Plan B, camp outside his door, and wait for him, so I can send gloating email after email, "Oh, I met him, talked to him, loved him".Birth sign: Taurus
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