Can I slit my wrists with a cell phone?

So the other day I made a big mistake.

A friend sent me a link: Win a year’s supply of diapers!

Really, I know better. I swear I do. But I clicked. And I filled out. And now the phone calls and emails just won’t stop. Ugh! No, I don’t need a new car. No, I don’t want more life insurance. No, I don’t want to be entered in the “Win your dream contest”, “Cute Baby Contest” or “Stay in a Hilton” contests. I don’t need to know more about working from home, I don’t need to be enrolled in a book club or a cd club. Holy Jesus!

I may need to change my email address now. And maybe my phone number. And I might have a nervous breakdown.