aug 14th - john rambo, sheesh.
dear maxis hotlink,
this has to end. at first it was tolerable, but of late i have begun to lose my patience. i hate those service smses you are sending. i have no life, therefore every sms ringing tone is greeted with my breath bated; who could it be? a long-lost beau(hey babe, 'sup. have you been pining away for me? -fritz-) (uh, actually, no. i have long since moved on, BRO(ernst and i are doing fine))? brad pitt with the latest photos of the twins(i'm still a sucker) (dear n, aww look! here they are... yawning. sincerely, BP)? instead, it was just news that john rambo is back(in the form of a game). JOHN RAMBO! i didn't even know his first name was john! thanks to you now i am stuck with this entirely useless information. john rambo. sheesh. it was the straw that broke the camel's back. not only the information that rambo's first name is john, jon with a H, is of no use to me, i also prefer not knowing that you can play john rambo in a game. on a phone. do i appear to be of the right demographics here? considering that we are now obliged to register our persons with our numbers, one would think that some extra research could be put into place before sending out these "service smses".
i still could not get over the fact that the information of rambo's first name has been sent to me involuntarily, i do not know what to do with this piece of data, and am unsure if it could be used to improve the quality of my life.
you have changed me. irrevocably. no more of these service smses, please. no more, no more, no more.
maybe scarred for life,
N.