I'm just gonna put it out there.
I hate chain letters. I especially hate the chain letters which are disguised as a letter from a long lost friend who allegedly thought of me after 8 months of no calls. When I open the email, I then realize I was just one of the random dolts on a mostly defunct address book who got selected so he/she could meet the forwarding quota to receive good luck, or heaven forbid, their computer would crash, or they would never meet "THE ONE" or sex would be ruined for the rest of their lives just because they read the chain letter and didn't follow instructions.
I happen to be one of the few who like my little existence the way it is. I am happy in love, life, (somewhat)resigned to my job, and do not believe the gigabyte fates that be will interfere if I happen to hit "DELETE" rather than "FORWARD".
I have told my best friend and my best sister (OK, my only sister, but she's still the best!) not to clutter my in-box with these silly forwards and for the most part, they pay attention. However, there are those friends(?) who come out of the woodwork and hit me from left field and I fall victim to another 5 minutes which I will not get back.
So, why the reasoning for this rant? I have a theory which will hopefully put an end to forwarding chain letters at least in my direct contact list. I will hold onto the belief that the only way for your wish to come true (because the wish will ONLY come true if you scroll down slowly and watch the waves of exclamation points grow and shrink) is to have the people you forward this crap to forward it on to 8 other people (or whatever number of people which will directly correlate to the amount of minutes it would take for your wish to come true) and so on and so on. Now, we all live in a realistic world (at least some of the time) and I know you know that about 20% of the victims intended recipients will most likely delete your email rather than follow the directions like the rest of the lemmings out there, thus squashing your chance of winning the lottery or meeting "THE ONE". So, even if the first 600 people actually swallow the tripe and pass it on, all it takes is #601 to press delete and send your dreams to the desktop trash bin.
Now, send this blog to at least 8 other people whose names begin with J within 10 minutes and you will get a phone call at 6:02pm EST from someone you've been waiting to hear from with good news. If you don't, you will get a phone call from that same person who will say the words you would never want to hear. "STOP EMAILING ME!"



I LOVE YOU!!!! And unlike you my life sucks; no boyfriend/husband/kid/money tree(just kidding :) So even thou I think the forwards r crap too I can only hold on to the hope that one day my dream will come true-or dye trying. You are a very good person to humor me and your sister :). However I do call u on a regular basis, so just suck it up when these come your way and remember I still love you no matter how much you hate my forwards.
Posted by: Your Best Friend who you talked about in this letter | January 23, 2008 at 04:28 PM
Geez! I'm glad I don't forward those pesky little emails to you! No, I agree they are such a waste of time. However, there is the occasional good joke, or funny top 10 or youtube vid... that I'll catch.
:) I live for Sprite (:
...the 'one year old' angel of mine...
Posted by: John | January 24, 2008 at 07:22 PM
I will not send this on to eight people that's because at 655.2 mounths old I can remember
Posted by: darb | January 24, 2008 at 08:21 PM
Don't let me near the mother she needs to teach her son not to hurt little girls because................Little girls grow and you never know when they strike back..............Yes she is just like her mother. Payback is a B...h.
This is very funny. Where did you get this from? Oh yea you always said you come from the Milk man! Not true................Baba
Posted by: Baba | January 28, 2008 at 09:04 PM