Once upon a time... no, wait ... it was a dark and stormy night
Blatherings
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Grr.
I hate call display. I know it isn’t the technology’s fault that people suck, but still, I hate it. I made a lot of phone calls today. Many. For some, I expected a call back so I actually (K - I hope you’re sitting down) answered my phone.
devon: Hello?
voice: I want to know who called me from there.
devon: If I don’t know who you are, how can I answer that?
silence.
devon: hello?
voice: Why did someone from there call me?
Clearly to make your life miserable you dumb cunt.
4.11.04 00:43
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(4.11.04 02:24) Why were you calling people? Who was this schmo? What happened? |
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d / Website (5.11.04 07:02) Why was I calling people? Becuase I had calls to make, Mom. You know, about staffing, inventory, ordering, health care and studnet loans. I have no idea who this person was. They decided it was a wrong number. I don't know if they meant calling my number was wrong or if my presumambly calling them was wrong. It has simply convinced me to avoid my phone. d. |
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(5.11.04 09:17) No, I wondered if for some reason you had to phone random people. Like people you didn't know. |
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(6.11.04 22:55) No. No random people phoning for this girl. I hate the phone too much. Was using it only to tie up loose ends. |
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(6.11.04 23:04) You're so kinky! Oh. You didn't mean it that way... |
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