I hate the phone. When it rings, I cringe. When I hear the beep.beep.beep sound signaling a text message, I snarl at my phone. This is why my friends are the people who understand I only want them to call me if it means setting up a time and place to meet somewhere. This is why I will never consider being in a long distance relationship ever again. Face-to-face communication I'm great at. However, as soon as I'm on the phone, my vocabulary shrinks to meaningless words such as uh-huh, yeah, aw, hmmm, oh, and the all time favorite 'I don't know..'.When making important phone calls, I need to write out scripts so I don't forget what I mean to say. Even then I mess it up.
The only thing I like about my phone is that I can set ringtones for each person. Mamma Mia! My mama is calling! Is it time for Jeopardy? Nope, it's just 'The Muz' calling!
Tina must love the phone. I'd imagine she'd have to. I believe she's a flight attendent now. Managing several long distance relationships in major cities across the nation. When she recieves 50 text messages in a matter of hours from one man, she smiles. She knows that man is meant for her. She calls up random companies just to bitch about their services, even if she isn't recieving them. Just because she can. That woman has some balls. I bet she has an iPhone too, a bedazzled one.
