You've got two options

Both of which are to call me this weekend.
Option one:
I get the job at DDB. If so then i'll be celebrating all weekend. And when I say celebrate I mean being completely fucked out of my mind all weekend. So call me and congratulate me. Whatever time of day or night, i'll enjoy it. And you being blitzed out of your mind will be like a double whammy. My roommate is out out of town this weekend so you know i'm going to be pumping the jams dancing around in my undies.
Option two:
i don't get the job at DDB. Call me, please. i'll probably be laying in my bed, maybe crying, maybe considering self mutilation. I'll probably act like i don't care but i will. That's what friends are for, right? That's why you love me, or like me at least a little bit, just a little...

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