true colors

Since Jerica still has this as the link to me ... I will write a story for those who click haphazardly on my name searching for insight and find nothing but out-dated posts on still occurring confessions.

I met Jonathan mid-November of 2003. Only reason that matters is because I received my current cell phone number a week or two before meeting him. Two years and10 months later ...

Guarantee Home Equity/Bank/Whatever-the-hell-their-name-is still insists on calling searching for a Virgie Freeman or (Phil?) Collins. Neither of these people, to me, exist. Not in my world. Not in my phone! They began calling in 2003, leaving messages that were poorly pre-recorded, causing everyone who heard to laugh ... a lot. The messages are no longer humerous (however, if you ask me to do an impression, I might just humor you), but are much more numerous. They still call 3-5 times daily, often waking me up when I could still be sleeping, and leave messages each time! Now you might think that this is really no big deal and I should just deal with it ... and you're basically right. But when someone I actually care about calls and leaves a message, I first have to deal with deleting their multiple messages prior to listening to the one that matters. Quite the hastle, I must say.

And on their part - if they haven't realized it yet, they should sooner or later figure out

they aren't getting their money.


Not from me at least.

And not from the non-existant Virgie nor Phil.