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Phone Found

I actually got my phone back on Friday.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I feel like I should mention that I just utterly loath telephones. I've had so many miserable, traumatic experiences talking on phones that I have developed a cringe reaction when it rings. I always think someone is calling to tell me that someone has died, or some other horrible thing. So most of the time my ringer is off, and when I get voicemail I think "I'll have to be sure to call that person back" but I hate making calls so much, I put it off and put it off until I'm sure the person who called hates me.

Irma Bombeck once said that adolescence was the last time you're happy to hear that the phone is for you. I used to think that was nonsense, seeing as how I'm such an extrovert. But it turns out to be absolutely true for me.

And furthermore, it's going to be gray and rainy all week. Grump grump grump. Tell me something happy, maybe? Remember when I told you about the beautiful gay man saving puppies? Come on, internets. Help me out here.

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theletterelle
Apr. 8th, 2008 02:30 pm (UTC)
This came from the post on my flist directly above yours.

"I've just had to speak to someone with the first name 'Wankit' and I couldn't laugh."

There ya go. :)
fenriss
Apr. 8th, 2008 02:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks, darlin'. I once had to mail a letter to a guy named Blamo B. Seekie. It still makes me laugh.

"Oh, Honey, let's give the baby a traditional name. I like Kerplunk."

"Nope. All the first born boys in my family were Blamos!"
peregrin8
Apr. 8th, 2008 02:54 pm (UTC)
There was a Harry Huge who always used to pay by credit card in the bar where I worked. We'd quietly discuss whether he was a porn star or a character in a children's book.

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