Stoopid EnV
Jokes on me. Just when I thought it was safe to go to bed, boom I can’t sleep again. Oh well, why fight it. My bathroom, which usually looks like a place where junkies convene, is spotless. So at least I am getting shit done. Also, I made a list of all my ideas that I am at some point in time to write when this cursed writer’s block goes away. It’s just a list but I figure that’s as good as place as any to start. I think someone on LJ recommended that so thank you.
So anyway I lost my phone a few days ago and when I finally got it back there were these messages on it from some random person. Yeah, so I am fairly certain that someone was texting with my phone, at least I have free text but it was weird reading someone else’s texts on my phone. Oh yeah the best part was I lost it at a Christmas tree lot. Fucking Christmas.
Anyway I took a hard left in this story somewhere because this story was not about how people who find other people’s cell phones, text with them, then throw them back on the floor, suck and should burn in hell. This story was about how I actually missed an important text this weekend and phone calls too.
First, my friend Eve texted me saying she needed to talk because her mother had to go into surgery and I guess she needed to vent. Anyway, I should have been a good friend and called her back but I didn’t. By the time I knew what was going on, everything was okay. I thought she would be pissed or annoyed but yesterday she was begging me to go down and visit her at a bookstore because she was bored so guess not.
Oh and I think people called regarding my applications, several times. Ha