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But the thing that excites me the most (as vaznetti knows) is this promise that my "member" could increase in length and in girth. If I keep taking these natural penis enlargement pills, I might be able to go on the carnie circuit by the end of the month. SWEET!
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So -- yesterday, despite my 20 filters, and my ever-vigilant virus-scanners, I got spam that proceeded to explode my Eudora. I've fixed it, but this really really pisses me off. I'm now going to be checking all my email via webmail before I download it, because I'm not going to be taking any more chances, ever.
I went to bed last night feeling muy cranky, and woke up feeling the same way. I'd gotten into this massive screaming match with my mother, and it's just definitive of the way we interact. And I wish it wasn't, but evidently, I still have a lot to learn. However, our interact was pretty infuriating in and of its own.
I was talking on the land line, when my cell phone rang. Crawling over to it, I saw from the caller ID that it was my mom. I also knew (knowing my mom and basing it on the weight of numerous prior interactions) that she had first called on the land line, found it busy, and was now trying my cell. Fine, whatever, I let it go to VM. Two minutes later, the cell phone rang again -- my mom again. I was already feeling a little irritated by this, so I hung up the land line phone call, and picked up the cell.
The conversation went a little something like this:
Ace: Mom, can you please not call repeatedly on the cell when you know I am already talking on the land line?
Mom: What? This is the first time I'm calling you on your cell! I did call on the land line and it was busy, but this is my first call to your cell.
Ace: ...
Ace: ...
Ace: My cell has caller ID. You just called my cell two minutes ago!
Mom: No, I didn't.
Ace: YES, YOU DID!
Mom: No, I didn't! I don't know who called your cell two minutes ago, but it wasn't me.
Ace: ...YES IT WAS!
Ad nauseum, with my mom making out like this is a Sprint-wide phenomenon and me screaming so loudly that they could surely hear me on top of the Sprint towers. Now, I can believe that she had her keyguard off, or something like that, and speed-dialed me by accident. But the fact is, she admitted she had just been trying to calling the land line (busy), then trying the cell. So the denial of the first call is incomprehensible to me.
However, I also know that I shouldn't have started yelling in the first place. In fact, I should have let the second call go to VM like I did the first.
Well, off to be cranky outside the house. Wish me luck!
But the thing that excites me the most (as vaznetti knows) is this promise that my "member" could increase in length and in girth. If I keep taking these natural penis enlargement pills, I might be able to go on the carnie circuit by the end of the month. SWEET!
Feel the power of magnetic therapy!
****
So -- yesterday, despite my 20 filters, and my ever-vigilant virus-scanners, I got spam that proceeded to explode my Eudora. I've fixed it, but this really really pisses me off. I'm now going to be checking all my email via webmail before I download it, because I'm not going to be taking any more chances, ever.
I went to bed last night feeling muy cranky, and woke up feeling the same way. I'd gotten into this massive screaming match with my mother, and it's just definitive of the way we interact. And I wish it wasn't, but evidently, I still have a lot to learn. However, our interact was pretty infuriating in and of its own.
I was talking on the land line, when my cell phone rang. Crawling over to it, I saw from the caller ID that it was my mom. I also knew (knowing my mom and basing it on the weight of numerous prior interactions) that she had first called on the land line, found it busy, and was now trying my cell. Fine, whatever, I let it go to VM. Two minutes later, the cell phone rang again -- my mom again. I was already feeling a little irritated by this, so I hung up the land line phone call, and picked up the cell.
The conversation went a little something like this:
Ace: Mom, can you please not call repeatedly on the cell when you know I am already talking on the land line?
Mom: What? This is the first time I'm calling you on your cell! I did call on the land line and it was busy, but this is my first call to your cell.
Ace: ...
Ace: ...
Ace: My cell has caller ID. You just called my cell two minutes ago!
Mom: No, I didn't.
Ace: YES, YOU DID!
Mom: No, I didn't! I don't know who called your cell two minutes ago, but it wasn't me.
Ace: ...YES IT WAS!
Ad nauseum, with my mom making out like this is a Sprint-wide phenomenon and me screaming so loudly that they could surely hear me on top of the Sprint towers. Now, I can believe that she had her keyguard off, or something like that, and speed-dialed me by accident. But the fact is, she admitted she had just been trying to calling the land line (busy), then trying the cell. So the denial of the first call is incomprehensible to me.
However, I also know that I shouldn't have started yelling in the first place. In fact, I should have let the second call go to VM like I did the first.
Well, off to be cranky outside the house. Wish me luck!