The Po Show

Phone Whore

When Ross and I were living in HI (in our second place, not the apartment that was across the street from where Barack Obama lived as a child!), we had a roommate who talked on the phone incessantly. He was referred to, by the other three of us who lived in the house, as the "phone whore."

I've spent the afternoon on the phone with my mother, Matthew's old school psychologist, and my sister. My *ears* hurt. I guess you have to get in shape to talk on the phone, and I am not properly conditioned for such activity. I guess there are speaker phones, but I hate having people sound like they're in a tunnel underground.

I guess I'll just never be a phone whore.