What a day!
I received so many text messages on my phone.
And as I was hurtling down the Eastern Express highway in what can only be described as a death trap, I felt like throwing my phone out along with myself.
Because each one of the messages just wanted to lighten my pocket by a few hundred/thousand rupees.
I have more due dates than a bunch of pregnant women all put together.
Everything is due.
Payments on the phone, electricity, broadband, credit card, loan on credit card, insurance premium, TV cable, and on and on...
If my stupid landlord had his way, he would be sending text messages reminding me to pay the rent as well.
And for some reason I received all of these messages on one single day. Today.
That never happens! They are normally spaced out over a week.
Just for once, can't I receive a tender text message that says Babe I love you or I miss you or I can't do without you or I want to do you or some such (notice how the expectations kept coming down a notch?), and not have the impending doom of payments hanging over my head.
No!
With my luck all I will ever get apart from the fork-it-over messages, are the "Jai Gurudev!" ones from the Art of Living dudes or dirty ones from my pervert friend who uses texting me as a stress buster to deal with having to raise two little brats at the same time!
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6 comments:
:) Now will I sound like a fat dirty stalker if I say, forward me your phone number and let me send you some nice messages that say:
1. You are one of the most wonderful bloggers I ever stumbled upon.
2. I wish you were living in the same city so I could invite you for coffee at times and ask you to bake those cakes you learnt at your classes.
3. I would also love to get you hooked onto XBox 360 and then let you find a vent via some nice action games. (something tells me you would like those fight night boxing games)
4...
5...
(For more messages, you shall now actually have to send me the number)
:)
babe, i miss you.
Ooo, I'm good at sending nice text messages to people I like! I'd totally do that for you if ... well, if we were on text messaging basis I suppose :)
But for now, let's make do with this:
CC, you're an ace!
We are ALL truly madly deeply in love with you!!!!!! SMS is for sissies! WE BLOG about our unwavering affection.
I only send uber dirty and illegal SMSes to hubby anyway and I doubt you fancy being an "Added Recipient"
Am sure if not messgs the blog comments surely make your day :)
You simply rock :)
Whaaaat? Why is everyone being so nice? I expected a lot of "get a life" or "grow up loser" comments!
You guys are too nice for indulging me.
@HT - That XBox point is really tempting ;-)
@AGG - Babe, I know you do :P
@DewdropDream - Thank you! Now can you get those idiots to stop sending me payment due messages :P
@Sheer - Uber dirty and illegal messages? Ooooooh me too, me too please! Yeah, I'm shameless but you knew that already didn't you?
@Dew - Aww thanks! You're right, I do love comments on the blog.
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