Okie, I have a new little quizzie :P

The rules: Pick a band, and answer the eleven questions with their song titles. I picked Nirvana.

1. Are you male or female: About A Girl
2. How old are you: Smells Like Teen Spirit
3. Describe yourself: Oh, me
4. How do some people feel about you: Very Ape
5. How do you feel about yourself: You Know You're Right
6. Describe your ex-boyfriend: Stay Away
7. Describe your significant other: All Apologies
8. Describe what you want: Turnaround
9. Describe how you live: Lounge Act
10. Describe how you love: Love Buzz
11. Share a few words of wisdom: Come As You Are

True Story
This guy kept calling me last night. It was a wrong number, but he thought I was lying when I told him... and he just kept calling. The first call was as follows:

"Is Carrie there?"
"No, wrong number."
"Oh, sorry."

And that was the end of it. Until the next call which was approximately five minutes later:

"Is Carrie there?"
"No, you have the wrong number."
"Oh, is this 847-****?"
"Yeah, but it's a wrong number."

And I hung up. Which probably wasn't the best move considering what happened next:

"Hey, just put Carrie on the phone."
"Carrie is not here, you have a wrong number."
"Please, just give me back my wife."
"I don't have your wife."
"Please ju.."

I figured it was a prank call because of it's level of absurdity. But he called again, unfortunately, Casey answered:

"Please give me my wife back!" (he was, like, hysterical.. I heard him from the other side of the room)
"No."
"Please! At least let me talk to my kids."
"I.. um.. killed them."

He hung up. He didn't call again. A few hours later, there was a knock at the door. Yes. It was a policeman. I won't get into the whole thing. But he did search my house. Apparently, the guy calling was, in fact, missing his wife and kids. How he came across my number is beyond me. Casey isn't allowed to answer my phone anymore.