My phone croaked last night. Eh. It was overdue. I should have replaced it a year ago anyway. It really aggravates me that they design them nowadays to only last long enough to qualify for a “new phone” under your contract, coaxing you to upgrade to a Razor or whatever other phone compensates for little pinky weenies, trapping you into extending your contract. I don’t get off on new toys, so I couldn’t care less about a new phone’s features. The new phone sends calls, receives calls, and does some other stuff I have no intention of ever learning how to use. Whoopee. That’s all I care about.

Unfortunately, the old phone was pre little microchip thingy that could be transferred to a new phone, so I’ve lost ALL of my phone numbers. This includes my employer, my friends, my sibling, my mother, my coworkers... and probably half a dozen women who I dated for a week or two... or less (usually less. these don’t need to be replaced).

So, if you read this page and we used to have one another’s numbers, if you would be so kind as to email me your phone number, it would be greatly appreciated. Unless, of course, you would rather never hear the sound of my voice again. That is completely understandable.

Thanks

eebmore[at]yahoo[dot]com