could my beloved lord randolph forphington III be texting me from the hereafter?
today i received the following text message from an unknown number:
'hey i love ü will ü go out with me'
to which i promptly replied:
'that's nice. and you are?'
i have so far received no response, and am therefore all a-flutter with theories as to the true identity of the sender.
here's what i got so far:
1) it's a friend who has a new number and is playing a funny ha ha on me;
2) it's a friend who has a new number, is aware of my hatred of people who do not put question marks at the end of written questions, and is playing a funny ha ha on me;
3) it's german hotness daniel brühl. he's read my blog and realised that we are totally meant for each other. this can be explained by the use of umlauts on the letter 'u'. cause he's german, and they write funny like that. for him i am willing to overlook the lack of punctuation due to english not being his first language;
4) it's a brand spanking new stalker who has been given my digits by some disrespectful bastard who failed to ask for my permission first.
i'm guessing the answer is either numbers 1 or 2; i'm hoping the answer is number 3; and i'm greasing my knuckles in case the answer is number 4.
i'll keep you posted. i know you're all anxious to get to the bottom of this too.
any other theories in the meantime?
21 Comments:
Ah-ha. I was right! No one will ever call me paranoid again. Well nobody other than the team of psychiatrists dealing with my paranoid schizophrenia. I said on Friday that you weren't really a femanist and a leftie, and out you came out on Ms Fits blog admitting it. I have been vindicated.
As for the text message, it was me.
Well it would have been me if I had your number, because you said you still love me. Which begs the question.
ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?
Normally when I mention the words bourgeoisie or fascist women run away fast. Saturday night was a perfect example. Using the word bourgeouise at least 10 times in the first 5 minutes of my friends party seemed to be the cause of all the women avoiding me. Or maybe it was the Bad Religion shirt I wore, with it's picture of a crucifix with a strike through it. Or maybe it was getting into a fight wth a religious nut over the said shirt in the first 15 minutes of the party. Or maybe it was the fact that upon arriving at the party, I jumped on my friend who's birthday it was and gave him a big kiss. Or .... you get the picture.
Now where was I.
Oh hello doctor. What's that straight jacket for?
Aleks
Normally when I mention the words bourgeoisie or fascist women run away fast.
dude, the words bourgeoisie and fascist make me seven kinds of hot.
you've obviously been talking to the wrong women.
By my calculations, ten 'bourgeoisies' in five minutes is one bourgeoisie every thirty seconds.
I wouldn't have run away from you, I just would have socked you one in the mouth.
No, it's definitely Bruhlsy! (Only I don't know how to get the umlats in my blog.) Say yes!!!
Don't get sucked into Anonymous' world Nads, it sounds all wrong.
I reckon it's d) an innocent, and yet fabulously convenient, wrong number. My all time favourite (I still have it on my sim after SIX years!) is "hey tige, thought i better give you and claire a once in a lifetime, second chance to get naked in the spa. love, radiance."
GOLD.
la nadine did the message have a number attached? can you call the number? or give it to me, and i'll call for you? it might be daniel or it might be helmut [kohl]. might be best if someone else checks it out for you first.
i had a freind who called a policeman a "bourgeoisie fascist" he didn't understand the former but he undestood the later and didn't like it one bit. just thought i would share
It's kind of a number 1.
It's Ms Fits. She's worked out how to use a coconut to send text messages.
(And of course, coconuts don't have phone numbers, so she's unidentifiable.)
interesting theory there freelancer, but seeming as the fits and i are already married, she need not ask me out. also, she would DIE before she failed to punctuate a text message.
It's Ms Fits. She's worked out how to use a coconut to send text messages.
And of course, coconuts can't receive calls, so there's no caller ID!
Oh Baby.
Tuppence, you said you would have socked me one in the mouth. I like tough fiesty women. Would you have given me a good spanking as well?
La Nadine, moja ukochana.
If hearing the words fascist and bourgeoisie, makes you hot what about the following:
"Multi-national fast food chains are a form of cultural imperialism."
"The police and the courts aren't about justice, they are agents of oppression maintaining the socio-economic status quo."
"The media is implicit in promoting the government's neo-fascist agenda."
Is that making you hot? I know it's making me hot. That and the thought of you hanging on my every (left-wing) word. Oh and there is plenty more where that came from.
Aleks
you like spas aleks?
*awaits anti-spa rant*
Even though it wasn't me, can I claim responsibility for it?
Great. Thanks.
i actually had a sneaking suspicion it was you, cynic. you do owe me a hot text after all.
hmm...
Spas are so bourgeoisie....but I have to say it is my only bourgeoisie weakness. Like Superman with Krypyonite.
When I travel to Melbourne I always try and get a room that has a personal spa. So I can drink beer, listen to Punk and relax. Oh the shame of it. What would the comrades do if they found out?
Aleks
kids, my blog is having a total tantie today.
my people are working on fixing the problem, so if your comment disappears, please be patient.
there is a brand new post at the end of the rainbow.
I could be any number of good looking, talented, smart young men...or women... We are talking about La Nads here. La Fucking Nads!
don't go changing, roguey. i love you just the way you are.
(please note i am aware it was a typo. i just wanted to play pretends for one minute and imagine that someone would do anything for my love. sigh.)
i know this is off topic, but why are my comments the only ones with a little rubbish bin icon? kind of embarrassing...
you have to call the number that was with the message, or was there really none?
love a mystery, hate not knowing the answer.
your comments have a bin icon because while you are signed in to blogger on your computer, you can trash them if you want. others probably can't see the icon.
there was indeed a number. i still have no idea who it was. i'll keep you posted on any developments.
not calling though.
can't stand the tension, keep checking back here. and all i see is "not calling though"
why not? i'm hanging here. obviously you have more sangfroid than me. or maybe you have more of a life than me.
hmmm.
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