my cell phone lives on silent. i often use the excuse that this is because i spend a lot of time in theatres and don't want to disturb the peace or be that asshole whose phone went off.
i am about to confide to you my firends/readers/both the truth:
it's because of my work. no matter where i go it seems my job always entails taking calls, and to the point that the sound of a ringing phone induces in me a nagging and painful anxiety.
so just so you, it isn't that i don't want to talk to you. it is simply that after i leave work, i want to hear to hear a phone ring about as much as a garbageman wants to go home and sort trash. even if it happens to the tune of a supergrass ringtone.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
so titled by my beloved friend jerry. the not-so-much-a soap opera that is my life as i simultaneously embrace and attempt to avoid genuine adulthood
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