Ugh, did you even listen to me?
What do you want?
Why are you trying to pop my personal bubble like this?
Mean Girls
If this is a life threatening emergency, like hang up and call 9-1-1.
My phone is kind of like theReal Housewivesfranchise.
On one hand, I cant live without it.
Texting exists for a reason.
Its the millennial telegram.
Something like, You free for a quick phone call?
Mean Girls
or Hey, can I call you for a second?
Yes, both of those texts will still make me shit myself in fear.
But at least I can pop a Xanax before answering.
The only person I actively enjoy talking to on the phone is my mother.
However you telemarketer, drunk dude from the bar, my dentist, you are not.
Is there a crown emoji next to your name?
I guarantee theres nothing you should probably tell me that cant be expressed over a text or email.
kindly, just let me live!
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