Mojo Versus the Phone Companies

So Mojo has sadly resigned herself to the fact that the Evil V will never, ever EVER give her DSL internet.

Mojo is okay with reality. She doesn't spend too much time moping or wishing things were different or droning endless affirmations reflecting how she would like her life to be under the delusion that doing so will somehow change things. She is happy enough with her MiFi, and for any HUGE uploads she goes visiting other people under the pretense that she likes them, when really she just wants to jump on their wireless to upload another pointless YouTube video. It's what she calls a "social life".

But after hearing a happy tale from a luckier person (who we suspect is just throwing her extreme internet happiness in Mojo's face, but once again whatcha gonna do), she thought she'd see if Evil V's competitor, AT&T, might be willing to supply home phone and internet. So she goes to AT&T's site and plugs in her address to see if any form of high speed internet is available in her area. More Mojo!>>

Mojo's Hoary Old Chestnuts...

laughGet your mind out of the gutter, you! No, innocent, saintlike Mojo is once again merely referring to her occasional need to crack lame jokes in certain social situations. Much like the bump into someone, sidestep, sidestep sidestep eventually leads to someone asking, "Wanna dance?" Followed by gales of polite laughter. (If you consider an awkward "heh" to be a gale. YMMV.)

Yes, Mojo, like many of you lesser-talented individuals, has certain things she is inclined to say when circumstances coalesce Just So. Little pat jokes that she finds amusing, while others--for some reason known only in their tiny little brains--do not.

For example, when Mojo buys things she tends to use a credit card, and maybe one time out of twenty, the cashier will take the card and then ask to see some identification. I have yet to figure out the policy behind the need for ID. It doesn't seem to be attached to the purchase price, nor how Mojo is dressed, nor how shifty her weaselly little eyes are at the moment of purchase. But every now and then, I use the card, offer to let the cashier see the card, and they ask for ID. More Mojo!>>

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