I fucked up again.
Sorry, I forgot to mention...
I'm out of a cellphone again. But i didn't lose it this time. Oh no, it was much smarter than that.
So Saturday morning my parents and I went to Cosi and I got a yogurt, but wasn't that hungry and didn't finish it so I put the lid back on and put it in my purse, since we were going to the Spy Museum and I had to sneak in the food, all deceptive and spy-like and what not. But yeah, so the top comes off eventually but I don't notice because nothing spills -- the container stays put, all nice and upright and not moving, for the entire trip. It was perfect. Then Tam calls me, and when I'm done on the phone I put it back in my purse. Two hours later I get home and open my purse to take out my cell, and you know where this is going -- it's sitting right there in a container of blueberry Columbo yogurt. I broke out the Q-tips and cleaned it off as best I could, and hoped to God that yogurt didn't conduct electricity when I plugged it in to charge. That ended up not mattering since the thing refused to charge or turn on at all. So that's the end of that, I guess. I'm getting a new phone for real this time, but I don't have time to go to the Verizon store till next weekend, after midterms are up. So the moral of the story is don't call me.
Love youz. Later.
p.s. Who the fuck knows what quixotic means? I sure don't.
I'm out of a cellphone again. But i didn't lose it this time. Oh no, it was much smarter than that.
So Saturday morning my parents and I went to Cosi and I got a yogurt, but wasn't that hungry and didn't finish it so I put the lid back on and put it in my purse, since we were going to the Spy Museum and I had to sneak in the food, all deceptive and spy-like and what not. But yeah, so the top comes off eventually but I don't notice because nothing spills -- the container stays put, all nice and upright and not moving, for the entire trip. It was perfect. Then Tam calls me, and when I'm done on the phone I put it back in my purse. Two hours later I get home and open my purse to take out my cell, and you know where this is going -- it's sitting right there in a container of blueberry Columbo yogurt. I broke out the Q-tips and cleaned it off as best I could, and hoped to God that yogurt didn't conduct electricity when I plugged it in to charge. That ended up not mattering since the thing refused to charge or turn on at all. So that's the end of that, I guess. I'm getting a new phone for real this time, but I don't have time to go to the Verizon store till next weekend, after midterms are up. So the moral of the story is don't call me.
Love youz. Later.
p.s. Who the fuck knows what quixotic means? I sure don't.