Le Telemarketers

HEY GUYS.
i love blogging! its so much fun!! :D

song lyric of the day:
"Our money is elastic, our money is elastic, gotta get milk for the baby . . ."
-The Dears/Money Babies

this is just a rlly quick update. nothing has hppened much, but i want to talk about something that's been on my mind lately.
Telemarketers. Why?
When i am home, all by myself, and a friggin telemarketer calls and my mum isnt around, i dont really know what to say. i think "oh,god. should i acept?" because they are telling me all these things. then in the middle of the thing, i say this:.
"sorry, but i'm not the owner of the house, my mother is."
and then i tell them to call back later and they never do.
i just feel extremely awkward! and i also dont want to let out personal information because . . . well, i dont know, they could do something! i dont know them, sso what should i say to them? i dont just like to hang up on them instantly or be rude or whatever, but srsly, i doubt that i or my mither would want the shit your selling, and the only way i would by it is if it were a portable blowjob dispenser!

SIGH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

THE SIGHING BOY

P.S. No nasty food section in this post, sorry.