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Well, this is technically Cass's blog, but I use her account. Cuz I'm lazy and hopeless with social sites. My name's Ricky. I live in New York, no where near where Cass lives. I do know Cass, tho. I'm not a hacker...ever...I wouldn't hack some twelve-year-old girl's account, I'm not evil! Jeez.

Monday, January 31, 2011


Cass is now answering my emails and phone calls, and is very angry at me for talking to her friends. So whenever I call, her mom says she's playing video games or watching American Idol or showering or doing her homework, and geez, Ricky, stop calling my daughter!

Thanks Loulou and T-WAC for the help. Cass didn't merely SHOUT at me, she calmy shouted at me, which is what people who're using the phone do. Our conversation went a little something like this:

Ricky: Don't pick that up, Jamie, or I will be forced to kill you!
Jamie: What's your problem?
Ricky: It's Cassidy! She's coming to kill me! I better hide! (Ricky hides under the kitchen table)
Jamie: Hello? Oh, hi, Cassidy. Yes, Ricky is home.
Ricky: No, he's not! Ricky moved to Canada!
Jamie passes the phone off.
Ricky (nervously): Hello?
Cass: Ricky, I am going to saw your legs off.
Ricky: Heh heh, why?
Cass: Tim told me over the phone. I'm going to buzz-saw your face.
Ricky: Don't you think you're over-reacting?
Cass: Ricky, not only did you get everyone worried about me, you never thought to like, cover your identity, or, like, delete their comments or something, because you know I moderate them. Ricky, you are a moron.
Ricky: Oh, would you look at the time, I have to go to work, y'know, busses don't wait forever.
Cass: This will not pass unnoticed. And don't think I'm blaming Tim for this. I'm blaming YOU.
Ricky: Okay, that's scary. BYE CASSIDY!
Hangs up.

Oh. So she's not only sawing my legs and face off, she's blaming me. She wrote me THIS in response to this,
To: ************* Cass's email. For private reasons, let's just say it's, which isn't really her email.
From: ************ my email. We'll say it's, but that's not it.
hy cassa. do u wanna maybe have m over 1 time soon cuz like i get out of work in like 3 days 4 a br8. ok so u gotta chat me back, k?

ricky u ttl loser! i told you, i'm not talking to u for like ever cuz ur such a worrywart. cuz like u got everyone all worried and im so mad at u. and what does br8 mean? brate? what the crap is a brate? ur a loser.
-Cassidy, and stop calling me cassa.

br8 is suppozd to be break. soz if you didn get zat. o wel. ok, so its a no for me coming over? ur a meeny! no just kiddin okay sys.


T-WAC said...

I've heard of people who have lived without legs before.
But I've never heard of anyone who has lived without a face.
Good luck, dude....

Livin la vida loca (sans face).

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Ricky said...

Woah, are there like, three separate people here? Wow, that's cool. Maybe I can top Cass for followers by the end of the year!