the return of ms. b

me: hey
ms. b: hey mr. never calls me back anymore.
me: ick. i'm sorry. what's up?
ms. b: nothing. just sitting here on my ass calling you. you?
me: just sitting here on my ass thinking about working out.
ms. b: yeah... i don't think about things like that.
me: you're skinny, you don't have to.
ms. b: yeah well whatever. did you see ms. k saturday night?
me: yup, she was vomiting when i left her.
ms. b: typical. i'm not happy with her boy right now.
me: why?
ms. b: i asked him what his plans were and about his future with her.
me: and?
ms. b: and he said he didn't have a plan. he has no plans. he makes no plans.
me: um...
ms. b: so now i call him the man with no plan.
me: (laughing)
ms. b: he gets mad when i call him that.
me: i love how you end your stories.
ms. b: do you have a plan? don't make me call you the man with no plan part 2.
me: um... yes, i plan to be better at calling you back.
ms. b: well at least you have a plan, a weak one, but a plan. let's go out soon.
me: sounds good.
ms. b: and since you're calling me back, let me know what we're doing.