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whiski_sourHey, you, people with those auto-dialers and recorded messages that tell me this is my final notice about car warrenties (even though you call me once a week) and great deals on shit I don't want. You hearing me?
Turn that shit off on the weekends!
Yanking me out of a dream (even it is just a shark in the bathtub curled up like a cat so cute) to answer the phone does not make me want to obtain the wares you are hocking. It makes me want to get your home phone number and call you at 3 in the morning to chat about carpet cleaners and aluminium siding.
Worse, it puts the people I live with at great risk, as well as anyone who walks into the house, because I am both groggy and grumpy for the rest of the day. It's no way to exist.
And neither is going through life with a phone crudely stitched to your face and wired to explode so you can't take it off.
Get me?
Good.
Turn that shit off on the weekends!
Yanking me out of a dream (even it is just a shark in the bathtub curled up like a cat so cute) to answer the phone does not make me want to obtain the wares you are hocking. It makes me want to get your home phone number and call you at 3 in the morning to chat about carpet cleaners and aluminium siding.
Worse, it puts the people I live with at great risk, as well as anyone who walks into the house, because I am both groggy and grumpy for the rest of the day. It's no way to exist.
And neither is going through life with a phone crudely stitched to your face and wired to explode so you can't take it off.
Get me?
Good.
