adjust your tone.
recorded this a couple weeks ago
because unlike some people
nezua loveth the phone
maching
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- 01.14.08 / 7pm
recorded this a couple weeks ago
because unlike some people
nezua loveth the phone
maching
You’re currently reading “adjust your tone.,” an entry on house of nezua
You are so fucking privileged. I hope they call back and take you down a few notches with some ear-splitting melodies because I mean…that was just fucking wrong.
i am the Lord of Privilege. ware my fone treasure. and dammit, where are my fiddlers three???
anyway, looking at the file, it seems much older than a few weeks, more like months.
you don’t really know how loud that beep was by the recording. it was way loud in my ear. and i hope they laughed to hear my rambling message. i think they would prefer that zany little monologue than a privileged angry message. even the score? hell. i bet it made their day.
ROSEPETALS! NOW!
Not so loud, Nez; the roses will start weeping.
I can imagine a bunch of workers cracking up over that.
if i was on the receiving end of that message i would have been amused. then i’d probably have called to see how loud the beep was.
that’s funny.
i really hope i did amuse someone. i realllly didnt’ think someone could get mad over such a ludicrous message. i hope not! someone who got mad at a message like that has no sense of humor. or just one alien to me.
the hang up sound was loud too! maybe they will call you back about that since you wouldn’t have heard it. or maybe i am not used to hearing a phone hung up like that since i live in cellphone landia?
either way, my bird (i have a cockatiel) began to whistle along with the music and went on long after the audio was over so i don’t have much feedback because she still will not shut up.
the hangup was extremely loud. that was the price for a fine improvised monologue.
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