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Saturday, February 11, 2006 

Welcome to the 21st Century, bitch

There's something that's been bugging me on and off for the last couple of years, but this week I've finally just had enough.


When I call you? Don't announce you're mother fucking name and then be surprised to hear my voice on the other line.

I have caller ID.

You have caller ID.

Even your stupid, tips a quarter, grandmother has caller ID.


The next time I call, just say, "Hey Terra, what's up?"



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