Glitty Texts

[Please note: Spelling has not been corrected in order to accurately portray identities involved and demonstrate how much of an idiot the party in question really, truly is.]

Rando: Hi

Tilly [two days later]: Who is this?

Rando: Jus sum guy who wants to smoke wit u

Tilly: Hmm. Interesting. Any more hints you care to share?

Rando: Haha This is funny I think ur smokalicious.

Rando [10 minutes later]: Seriously let's hang

Rando [5 days later at 4am]: Hi

Dude. Seriously? Silly me had erased his "Do Not Answer" listing in my contacts. But he has quickly been entered as such yet again. I met him once. Last September. For those of us mathematically-challenged, that is about 7 months ago. SEVEN months. 7. I met him once. ONE time. And his best tactics are texting me "Hi," not revealing who he is, using "ur" and "smokalicious," and texting at 4am on a Wednesday? Seriously? Not to mention the preposterous misspellings. Can you not even add a "t" to "jus?" Do you even KNOW who I AM? Nope. You don't. And you never will. I was tempted to text back and say something snide and snarky, but then I realized: He is not worth it. And I just don't care. He is just a sad, pathetic soul that has nothing better to do than text randoms latenight/earlymorning in the middle of the week. Tear. Tear for him. And then I realized that I must have made some seriously amazingly awesomely fantastic impression on the guy. And then I felt all warm and tingly on my insides. And then I felt guilty. A nice blend of pity and glee. Glitty. Yep, I'm all filled with glitty over here. You should try it. It's fun.

p.s. That horse/pony painting/picture was the result of a "glitty" google image search. It's swell. And neat.