loneliness is a giddy rush when the phone rings hoping it’s someone who wants to talk with you. saying hello with a giggle, only to discover it’s a wrong number.
Psychosis is a rush of adrenaline and dread when the phone rings fearing that it’s someone who wants to talk with you. Checking the Caller ID, only to discover that it’s an UNKNOWN NAME AND NUMBER AND THEY DON’T LEAVE A MESSAGE!!!!!!
*pant….pant…..pant*
Sorry. I hate the telephone. But if you give me your number I’d call you – that’s how much I like you!
jodi
15.Nov.01 at 9:22 pm
i am one of those weirdos who doesn’t have caller id. my phone doesn’t ring too often so it seems like a silly expense.
Here’s something worse; get a call from someone you’d really want to hear from and see their number on your caller ID. Then, you “return” their call only to find out that they were calling your number in an attempt to find out whose number that was on their phone bill. 🙁
3. if you call me, thinking it’s still paul dean’s number and then ARGUE with me that it has NOT been my phone number for the last three years and sound like i’m trying to pull a fast one on you, then i will get snippy and want to hang up on you. *pant*
i hate my phone.
lespoona
17.Dec.03 at 6:14 pm
loneliness is talking your head off on your cell phone and saying high to a dozen people during their Christmas shopping frenzy…everyone’s all smiles…”come to the party!”…yeah maybe I will, life’s great!… and then you return to your empty home with only your own voice echoing back, “Honey I’m home…”
sarah
17.Dec.03 at 11:06 pm
people call you and you have no idea what number it is..or even who it is! so you temptedly call the number back, and are forced to talk to the person you never wanted to call in the first place! never try that! never never never!! *shakes head furiously*
Sarah
17.Dec.03 at 11:09 pm
whats worse is when you see a number on your caller ID and you dont recognize the digits or even the name! so…you temptedly call it back only to hang up right when they answer and try to guess the mysterious voice on the other end. Then you do! recognize it the worst that could ever happen, and they recognize you! or….look at their caller id! *huffs and puffs* NOW you are stuck talking to them about aunt shirley’s kidney infection and uncle Jeffs ingrown toenail! 🙁
Thomas
18.Dec.03 at 7:09 am
Uncle Jeff has an ingrown toenail? Again? I told him that if he wears them high-heeled girly shoes, them nails is gonna keep growin’ into his flesh and get all ‘fected. And Aunt Shirley would have a better time with her kidneys if she didn’t keep feeding them whiskey sours, I swear that woman saw a billboard that said, “Drink Canada Dry”, and she’s been tryin’ ever since. Me? I don’t touch the stuff, I mean if we used it to conquer and subjugate the heathens, then I don’t want to share the poison that conquered the once mighty red skins. ‘sides, I got to stay sober enough to get Cousin Zeke out of the county pokey every Saturday after they catch him driving drunk, sodomizing a sheep or doing both simultaneously. He just hasn’t found his calling yet; I remember when Shirley spat that shriveled, mewling, shit factory into this world, he already had them eyes that people have when they do something great like walk on the moon, cure cancer or open a White Castle franchise in town. Well, a White Castle franchise that doesn’t have an owner who is messing with the high school girls he employs like old Gill Tucker did back in the 70’s and 80’s. ‘Course, he woulda been OK if he had stuck with the juniors and seniors as mosta them had already turned 18, but he had to set his eyes on that 14 year old Mabel Mae Gorter; If he had only offered to marry her, I reckon her Pa wouldn’t had to go and make him dead like that. Well, I’m sure you got to go get a so-dee-pop like you whip-snaps do, so git! I’m late for my morning nap anywhichway.
Psychosis is a rush of adrenaline and dread when the phone rings fearing that it’s someone who wants to talk with you. Checking the Caller ID, only to discover that it’s an UNKNOWN NAME AND NUMBER AND THEY DON’T LEAVE A MESSAGE!!!!!!
*pant….pant…..pant*
Sorry. I hate the telephone. But if you give me your number I’d call you – that’s how much I like you!
i am one of those weirdos who doesn’t have caller id. my phone doesn’t ring too often so it seems like a silly expense.
what is your phone number? there must be an abundance of faithful readers to call on at times like this.
Here’s something worse; get a call from someone you’d really want to hear from and see their number on your caller ID. Then, you “return” their call only to find out that they were calling your number in an attempt to find out whose number that was on their phone bill. 🙁
1. i don’t have caller id.
2. if you don’t leave me a message, you suck!
3. if you call me, thinking it’s still paul dean’s number and then ARGUE with me that it has NOT been my phone number for the last three years and sound like i’m trying to pull a fast one on you, then i will get snippy and want to hang up on you. *pant*
i hate my phone.
loneliness is talking your head off on your cell phone and saying high to a dozen people during their Christmas shopping frenzy…everyone’s all smiles…”come to the party!”…yeah maybe I will, life’s great!… and then you return to your empty home with only your own voice echoing back, “Honey I’m home…”
people call you and you have no idea what number it is..or even who it is! so you temptedly call the number back, and are forced to talk to the person you never wanted to call in the first place! never try that! never never never!! *shakes head furiously*
whats worse is when you see a number on your caller ID and you dont recognize the digits or even the name! so…you temptedly call it back only to hang up right when they answer and try to guess the mysterious voice on the other end. Then you do! recognize it the worst that could ever happen, and they recognize you! or….look at their caller id! *huffs and puffs* NOW you are stuck talking to them about aunt shirley’s kidney infection and uncle Jeffs ingrown toenail! 🙁
Uncle Jeff has an ingrown toenail? Again? I told him that if he wears them high-heeled girly shoes, them nails is gonna keep growin’ into his flesh and get all ‘fected. And Aunt Shirley would have a better time with her kidneys if she didn’t keep feeding them whiskey sours, I swear that woman saw a billboard that said, “Drink Canada Dry”, and she’s been tryin’ ever since. Me? I don’t touch the stuff, I mean if we used it to conquer and subjugate the heathens, then I don’t want to share the poison that conquered the once mighty red skins. ‘sides, I got to stay sober enough to get Cousin Zeke out of the county pokey every Saturday after they catch him driving drunk, sodomizing a sheep or doing both simultaneously. He just hasn’t found his calling yet; I remember when Shirley spat that shriveled, mewling, shit factory into this world, he already had them eyes that people have when they do something great like walk on the moon, cure cancer or open a White Castle franchise in town. Well, a White Castle franchise that doesn’t have an owner who is messing with the high school girls he employs like old Gill Tucker did back in the 70’s and 80’s. ‘Course, he woulda been OK if he had stuck with the juniors and seniors as mosta them had already turned 18, but he had to set his eyes on that 14 year old Mabel Mae Gorter; If he had only offered to marry her, I reckon her Pa wouldn’t had to go and make him dead like that. Well, I’m sure you got to go get a so-dee-pop like you whip-snaps do, so git! I’m late for my morning nap anywhichway.