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Thursday, June 29, 2006 

Open Letter To People Who Have My Cell Number

To Whom It May Concern:

When calling me, please have a purpose. Do not call me and ask me what’s up. Nothing is up. Why are you calling me? Get to the point. I really don’t like talking on the phone unless you or I have a specific purpose. You’re calling to invite me to drinks or dinner or you want to hook up. Chances are, if you’re not my friend (by the way, this rant does not apply to my friends) I probably don’t like you. And the only reason you have my number is because I think I’ll be able to exploit something from you. Be it food, alcohol or money. So again. Do not call me unless you have a specific purpose. Or I will be forced to hang up on you.

The End.

does this mean i should stop writing your cell phone # on bathroom stalls?

I'm sorry, all those calls were from me. It's just that... sometimes I get so very lonely.

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