Myself. What a Concept.
Oct. 6th, 2010 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frustratedpilotFigured out how to use my cell phone, with the help of a woman whose life depends on hers. (She interprets for the deaf and is called rather frequently.) Seems that the messages and missed calls are evidence that my cell's number used to belong to somebody else...a someone who is now evidently out of circulation. So everything I've received so far can be defined as "wrong numbers". I've only given the number to a select group of my friends and family--nearly all of whom are on Facebook. It's actually more reliable to reach me on Facebook, as I don't as yet carry my cell everywhere I go and because I go on-line as often as I can.
Besides, I don't particularly like the sound of my own voice, and there is a multitude of circumstantial proof that other people don't care for it either.
But this other fellow I've inherited my cell number from?--He's a piece of work. I'm relieved that I'm myself and not himself. Really, it's a non-starter. A deal-breaker.
Besides, I don't particularly like the sound of my own voice, and there is a multitude of circumstantial proof that other people don't care for it either.
But this other fellow I've inherited my cell number from?--He's a piece of work. I'm relieved that I'm myself and not himself. Really, it's a non-starter. A deal-breaker.
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