.::still blinking::.

jj and I seem to be speaking different languages lately. I, of course, am speaking perfect English. Possibly even proper English with a nice accent.

He is speaking Cyborg.

Conversations from today alone:

M – What is the address for Pictureline?

J – 700 South 305 West

M – Long silence as I figure this out in my head.

J – So you get off the…

M – Don’t talk. more silence

J – Get off the freeway…

M – Did you call just to piss me off? Cause you are doing a good job.

Notice how I am so nice. He pauses in the middle of his work day to help me out and then I bite him in the ass.

And than just now:

J – The email is not going to work with your phone and your email.

M – So what you are saying is if I open the email on my phone than I cannot open it on my computer.

J – No. long silence

M – That makes no sense. I better try the question again. So if I open my email on my phone than I cannot open it on my computer.

J – No.

Fit ensues. Love when he cannot hear or answer my questions.