07.08.02 - 12:02 p.m.

(pity the poor telemarketer who woke him up this day. original date, wednesday, september 27, 2000. i must've been ranting, cos he keeps telling me to chill.)

and i'm on right now (10:54am) but only because i'm just checking my email after some idiot of a telephone saleswoman dared awaken the slumbering beast that i become at the end of a nasty shift.

she got yelled at.

by a very groggy, confused damon.

here's a rough transcript of what i said, minus all the slurred exhausted words.

"i toldya damn credit card people once, i toldya twice, i toldya five goddamn thousand times and you STILL don't get the point. christ! i don't fuckin' WANT another credit card, i don't NEED another credit card, what i DO need is some sleep because i've been working for longer than most people ever dream in their worst nightmares, which is also a period of time about ten thousand times longer than how long your idiot bosses thought their strategies over before they decided that calling people WHILE THEY'RE ASLEEP is the best fuckin' way to sell credit cards that nobody needs. so take me the damn off your list--take me the damn off'a everyone's lists of fuckin' credit card sales hell--and never bother me again! have a nice day! have a nice life!"

click. snore...

i'm sure she was very puzzled what i was ranting about.

and now?

i sleep again. see you tonight, chica. don't stress too much.

[stuff taken out re: vtm on cbn crap]

chill,

Damon

(so, if you're the poor telemarketer at whom damon yelled? email me!)