Last night, my boo's, significant other's, boy whose laundry is mixed in with mine, whatever you want to call him - his phone died. Earlier in the day I had talked to him briefly but by the time I got home to work on my wiki (shameless academic plug) I realized I had not talked to him since. So I called concerned and it went straight to voicemail.
A few hours later I updated my status on twitter to say, "I have made up a whole mafia kidnapping to explain @my_boyfriend's disappearance only 2 realize he has night class @ ambler." It was my way of saying, I'm worried but not scared. Not but five minutes later, he replies to me on twitter"@t_lloyd Check your direct messages."
On a wild search to find out what was going on, he simply stated, "@t_lloyd My phone died and I was in class, what r u doin?" Like an addict to this social network, I delightfully explained, "@my_boyfriend I'm at home working on my project." Three minutes later he replies "@t_lloyd, i'm about to come over, I'll beep the horn three times so you can open the door."
Needless to say, he made it home without a phone. Thank you twitter.
*@my_boyfriend - lack of a better word. im just diggin his style and i don't think there's a term for that.
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