sixth sense

'hey, what's up? are you working?'

'no, i'm off, but i just woke up.'

'dude, it's SEVEN p.m.'

'i know. hey, when i say i'm nocturnal, do you think i'm kidding?'

'anyway, did you hear the news?'

'what news? whose news? what's the news? dammit, i always miss everything.'

'oh. nothing.'

'nothing? uh-uh, mister, there's definitely some news. well at least tell me who it's about.'

'phoebe.'

'phoebe? oh the thing about the car? yeah, she called me from the dealership last night.'

'yeah, the car thing. right. that's it.'

'you know, it's funny. for a second there i thought you were going to tell me that rachel and joshua are engaged or something.'

'what made you think that?'

'i don't know, i just had that feeling. that and she called me like 11 times since 3 a.m. and left several text messages. she even called my parents' house and talked to my dad for quite some time. i have to call her back.'




I'm clairvoyant, people.

but enough about me, any man who can get up in front of a restaurant full of people to sing a song he wrote just for her automatically has my blessing to marry my best friend, anyday -- just so long as i can get the day off. congratulations, i'm so happy for you both. (just keep him away from the dingoes.)