excuses

i like it when people come up with lousy excuses for something. i mean, when they lie so obviously that you can hardly feel resentment for it - as a matter of fact, what you feel like doing is laughing at them, at their unability to lie. it seems i don't have your phone number after all. please. i know all too well that you had it. but you've either lost it or deleted it. and it wasn't even the point: you simply forgot to give me a buzz, as you said you would. so what? i'm not the one who's going to be pissed because you've forgotten about me when, well, i forget about myself quite often, and keep forgetting about the world i live into every day. but thanks for the laugh. that excuse was brilliant. and in the end we were both happy: you, because you think i swallowed that, and me, because i simply don't care.