THE CELL PHONE IS THE DEVIL!



There is a very gooood reason why i don't talk on the phone. And everyone gets real mad at me when I don't answer..Wellll..the reason is mainly because when times get hard..and when times gets real quiet..Nobody likes to pick up the fucking PHONE and call me. So i'm just chillin in this freaking room..starving and dying to talk to SOMEONE..and NOONE will pick up. Its fucking insane how much it depresses you to not here a damn phone ring.

Or how about how I have applied to over 10 places for a job. And not one damn company has CALLED me yet. So i'm chillin at this phone waiting for one of these people to call me..and not a damn soul has yet.

Orrrr, how about how i have auditioned for a few places..and NOT a DAMN soul has called to even let me know if I got in or not. I mean I've got tough skin. I'd rather that you CALL me and let me know if I made it in or not, instead of me just chillin by the damn phone waiting for these people to call me, when its just soooooo not going to happen. But I sit staring at the damn phone anyway.

Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, how about i've been hanging out with this f*cking boy for the whole of the summer thus far, and now that i'm back in Jersey...his ass is not calling. I freaking hate boys. I 've gotta pull teeth for them to even recognize that I still exist. They just get some ass and then drop you once you are out of reach. Fucking A! I'd much rather have spent my whole summer vomiting instead of sitting by this damn phone waiting for this damn boy to call me. Fucking...Boys!

So I'm going on a damn phone diet. Right now... 12:26pm on Fucking July 13, 2006. I WILL NOT answer the damnnnn phone. And I wont even look at the shit for the next three days. Fucking People and voicemails, and creditors, and fucking text messages just keep messing with my fucking head.

Fuck the phucking phone.