This is how I started my Sunday
Somehow my real voicemail number got erased and was substituted with my ex’s number. So when I woke up to check the messages in my voicemail this morning…I accidentally called my ex about 5 times—me hanging up each time when I saw his name pop up, and before the phone started to ring. Thankfully I fixed it fast. Because god knows I dont want to talk to that bastard.
My roommate just said Obama is the worst public...