a text substitutes for a phone call, in my book. if it’s your bday or arbor day or even your blogiversary (shudder) and I text you, that is as good as me calling you up with the same well wishes. And vice versa…
So let it be known that phone calls are NOT required on friday to wish me a happy 30th. Text me, message me, email me, facebook status me, iphonelyze me, skype me, comment me, whatever stings your ray. Just don’t call me alright?
and listen. if you do call me and I don’t answer, do me a favor and don’t leave a message. cause then I gotta call up the voice mail and type in my password and hit a bunch of keys to get through the menu to hear the message, a thrilling message that says “hey it’s me, call me back!” and well just, UGH. that’s a lot of work. checking my voice mail is a pain in the neck. it was annoying even before my phone went swimming with the feces, but it’s worse now, since not all the keys work. Plus, I can see that you called. I see it right here on my missed calls report. so I know you called. I know. I don’t need a message telling me you called. I see it right here on the phone. okay? that is your message. okay, g’s mother? OKAY?? stop leaving me voice mails. or I will kill you.
let this be a lesson to you folks: don’t drop your phone in the toilet or you will go to jail for committing murder. and don’t leave me voice mails or you will be murdered.
- TV is ruining my life
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