just pay me back with one thousand kisses
be my lover and i'll cover you.
before i go into my rant, here's some RENT for you. what an awesome song.
rogers recycles their phone numbers, right? right.
so ever since i've had my current number, i've been getting calls meant for someone named erica. now, it wouldn't bother me so much IF this erica didn't seem like such a damned social butterfly who's cursed with many weekend outings. more people call MY phone to ask for HER. and the idiot that i am, the antisocial social-skill lacking idiot that i am, have not yet made an attempt to STEAL HER LIFE. now, the judging idiot sherlock holmes in me has deduced that this erica was in london (519 area code) for the school year. from there i assumed that she is a party-er. (although it has been said that UWO has been toppled as the party school of the country by some school whose name i cannot remember.) anyway, the other night, a rather pleasant sounding fella' phoned and asked for erica. i had a pseudo-exchange with him, said that erica no longer used the number, he said that i probably got called a lot for erica, i said, yeah, sorta. he said he knew how to contact her and perhaps he could let her know to change her number, and i said i would appreciate it and that it would be great and that was the end of that exchange.
later on that evening, i thought of this scheme: next time someone called looking for erica, i would say that i was indeed erica, and then i'd begin a conversation with whomever he/she was, and then slowly pretend that oh man, he/she's got the WRONG erica and, OH DEAR, what an amazing co-incidence!
there was also the fantasy that erica is really natasha from another world and this whole time i've been getting phone calls from (yep- that's where i'm going with this) AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION.
all this, thanks to ROGERS RECYCLING THEIR DAMN NUMBERS. all this money and they can't come up with enough ten-digit numbers?? (or.... is there just way more than ninemillionninehundredninetyninethousandninehundredandninetynine people using cellphones across north america?) (which is perfectly possible)
okay. good morning, everyone!
before i go into my rant, here's some RENT for you. what an awesome song.
Click to viewrogers recycles their phone numbers, right? right.
so ever since i've had my current number, i've been getting calls meant for someone named erica. now, it wouldn't bother me so much IF this erica didn't seem like such a damned social butterfly who's cursed with many weekend outings. more people call MY phone to ask for HER. and the idiot that i am, the antisocial social-skill lacking idiot that i am, have not yet made an attempt to STEAL HER LIFE. now, the judging idiot sherlock holmes in me has deduced that this erica was in london (519 area code) for the school year. from there i assumed that she is a party-er. (although it has been said that UWO has been toppled as the party school of the country by some school whose name i cannot remember.) anyway, the other night, a rather pleasant sounding fella' phoned and asked for erica. i had a pseudo-exchange with him, said that erica no longer used the number, he said that i probably got called a lot for erica, i said, yeah, sorta. he said he knew how to contact her and perhaps he could let her know to change her number, and i said i would appreciate it and that it would be great and that was the end of that exchange.
later on that evening, i thought of this scheme: next time someone called looking for erica, i would say that i was indeed erica, and then i'd begin a conversation with whomever he/she was, and then slowly pretend that oh man, he/she's got the WRONG erica and, OH DEAR, what an amazing co-incidence!
there was also the fantasy that erica is really natasha from another world and this whole time i've been getting phone calls from (yep- that's where i'm going with this) AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION.
all this, thanks to ROGERS RECYCLING THEIR DAMN NUMBERS. all this money and they can't come up with enough ten-digit numbers?? (or.... is there just way more than ninemillionninehundredninetyninethousandninehundredandninetynine people using cellphones across north america?) (which is perfectly possible)
okay. good morning, everyone!