that's not happiness to hear you

don't ya just hate when your phone rings, you look at the caller id, and the name or picture that flashes across your screen belongs to an individual you would much rather not hear from? no? so it is just me!! oh well. let's pretend it happens to you as well while you read about them mayhem i consider my world. so the piece of shit phone i had decided to have a stroke (and by that, one side of the touchscreen stopped working) and i wasn't able to reply to text messages or call anyone. correction, i could call a person just after they called me and i used my keypad to go thru the missed call list and hit the "enter" key for the selected party. this went on for about three and a half weeks while i pondered replacing the phone with my insurance or getting a new phone altogether. i'd already said i was going to get a new phone and just give my old one to my niece,  but now i didn't know what i was going to do. so as i continued to ponder my next move, my phone stopped charging...period. so i told myself i would do both. get the replacement phone and give it to my niece and upgrade my phone. i needed a bigger screen anyway. the initial  phone i wanted was no longer available and when i found out there was a better phone available and not quite as expensive, i put my plan into motion. let's face it! i don't have the best luck with phones so why pay more for one than i do my household bills combined? my lifestyle doesn't call for that...anymore. plus, i would be out of my mind to spend all that money and i only use the damn phone to text the very few people i care to interact with and update facebook and twitter. and for that, i can get a two-way pager. you feel me? so during all of this, i went into monk mode (yet again). pretty much the only people who got in touch with me was "blood" and i didn't mind. there were instances where a select few got in touch with me, and again, i didn't mind. but it's like as soon as i got the hoopla surrounding my replacement phone straightened out (and there was hoopla), shit blew up. this of course reminded me why i enjoyed the peace and quiet of being without a phone. don't call my damn phone "private" at unGODly hours because i know your tricks. and since you haven't changed them in years, I KNOW IT'S YOUR DUMB ASS!!! and since i don't feel like being bothered with your bullshit, i'm blocking you. yep! you! so that's what i mean by my title. it's not happiness to hear the ringtone associated with your punk ass!!