This weekend I have issued a challenge to myself - to not leave the confines of my house whatsoever between 6PM Friday and 1AM Monday.
So far I’ve caught up with my back log of Daily Show episodes which I had IQed, finished reading the last issue of Men’s Style, clocked Guitar Hero on hard difficulty, spent 30 mins re-organising my unsorted collection of mp3s (2,000 down, 15,000 to go) and tidied up the address book on my mobile.
To my shock, I realised that my address book was only 6% full. Obviously the people at Sharp Corporation know their stuff when they created a phone with a capacity of 2000 entries - it is quite apparent in my assumption that they have done many cultural surveys which indicated to them that the average mobile phone owner has got at least 1500 entries in their address book (assuming they allow a 25% variance for the ultra popular).
Whats worse is that many of the entries are incomplete - I’ve got numbers listed as “Blonde from Rise”, “Justin the coke guy” and “Creepy dude from Twin cities”. So right now, I’m feeling sad and very vulnerable.. not to mention slightly hungry, thirsty and I still have a sore elbow from the big brother auditions.
I suppose the only way to snap me out of this deep depression is to fill my phone book with the numbers of all my friends - but how am I to get all these number when I’m stuck at home?
Oh woe is me. Life is too hard.
Don’t get me wrong, I always thought the number of people in my address book was a respectable figure, but those corporate types at Sharp know what they’re doing - thats why they get paid the big bucks. And don’t assume this has anything to do with the bet I just made with James saying I could get at least 10 phone numbers off people I haven’t met in person before without even having to leave the confines of my lounge room (based on the the fact that I am such a sex god n’ all).
No… nothing to do with that…
*cough*
whoops.. I mean, *boo hoo* my tiny book is making me all sad and teary.
Y’know that feeling you get in your chest when you watched “The Notebook” for the first time? When they kiss for the first time and the music swells up?
Yeah, I got that now, except instead of the warm cozy feeling of hope and love, all I feel is stabbing knife pains and acidic vapor burns.
*sob*
G
PS. To those stupid enough not to read between the lines - eMail me your mobile number NOW ya doofus! I’ve got $10 riding on this.
