New cell phone (actually, I liked the old one better but this one hasn't been dipped in toilet water). New cell phone number.

First number I got, well, belonged to someone apparently quite popular. Turned it on about 7am and a multitude of calls from some young urban girls where I couldn't understand a damn word they were saying. Kept askin' for Bizzy or Benny or I dunno.

When I told one young lady (ahem) that this was now my cell phone number, and that apparently he had moved on to another number...

She asked me "where he at?"

I replied that I didn't know who "he" was.

She asked me what his new digits were.

I replied that I had no idea.

I hung up.

She called back. (I let vm handle it)

Several times telling me to make sure Bizzy or Benny or whoever the hell this guy is that he gets her message.

So I called my cell phone provider, gave the service representative "Naqueisha" a request to change the number.

And she did so.

I hope whoever had this number before didn't have such a group of colorful followers.

Now the phone continues of entering in everyone's phone numbers. And deciding who really isn't worth the trouble of entering. (Some of the numbers, I'm half-tempted to call and ask "Who are you???") Somehow, I figure that both of us have gotten along this long w/o communicating, that we can get by the rest of our lives as well. Ya know?