Every week, I get a letter from my cellphone service provider—T-Mobile—to upgrade my service (for free) from its current 600 or so “whenever” minutes per month to a whopping THOUSAND. Every time, I trash the envelope half-way through opening it.
Did you know I used a grand total of FOURTEEN minutes last month? And less on average every other month prior? And that 14 included 12 minutes of waiting on line to speak to a Comcast (my cable provider) service lady to argue a bill?
Sigh, I really need some friends.
One of my goals for next year is to overshoot my monthly allotted minutes, and pay huge overage charges, at least once.
Guess you’re not burning up those minutes calling those women back, eh?
Yes, sadly, that’s an obvious truth. I just feel I ought to be able to live my introverted, quiet life without feeling so guilty about it. I get prodded by family, few friends, and I can’t handle my phone-provider jumping in with their bit as well.
And, welcome!
Well, I can only warn you… it’s not easy to get back once you cross the line. I have. But then, not everybody is me!
In order to clarify, is that “once you shut yourself off completely you might never be able to get back to social circles”? or is that “once you start yapping and running over, you just can’t stop”?
Unless we’re you, of course. :)
it’s the second one.
actually it cud be both.
but you can’t be me, of course.
why would you want to be anyway :)
Because then I’d be an outspoken, discerning, imaginative and what-I-assume-to-be-a trendy woman getting to work with creative media?
You do realise men are generally retarded, emotionally stunted and being one is wretchedly inadequate, don’t you?
hehe… u make me sound so freakingly awesome!