I swear to god, I'm starting my own web ring. Only people who write well in online diaries will be allowed to join. I reviewed the latest additions to the Open Pages and no offense to the people running it, but I got a snootful of depression and unhappiness. Lighten up! There are lots more things to write about! Or if you have to, then be literate and amusing!
Here, I'll start. Let me tell you about the day I had. It's a lovely Thursday. The birds are chirping sweetly, the wind ruffles the daffodils' sunny blossoms, the cats are frolicking in the grass trying to kill something, and all is well. Suddenly, the phone rings.
Feeling uncharacteristically chatty, I answer it. It's a bank, wanting my money. No thanks, I say cheerily, and hang up. The phone rings immediately. I answer it, since I'm there, and it's a mortgage company. No thanks, we're renters, I say politely, and hang up. The phone rings again. I answer it, beginning to frown. It's a carpet cleaning company. No, I say somewhat shortly, I don't have any carpets. I hang up.
The phone rings a fourth time approximately 10 minutes later. I can't believe it. I answer it frostily, not pleased by this series of interruptions. It's a credit card company. I cut off the spiel, advising them never to call me again. I'm about to hang up when the girl on the other end says quite clearly, "Have a nice day, bitch."
I hang up, take the phone off the hook, and laugh until the cats come in to see what's going on. I can't believe she said that, and I can't believe I'm not mad. The truth is, I always wanted to say that to snirpy customers, myself. Rock on, chick, rock on.