the tides out, the ship's run aground, we drown traitors in shallow water...
community service announcement: my phone is in a coma, due to the great peach tea bag flood of 2007. i presume it will awaken at some point, because i can still hear myself getting messages and phone calls, but the screen seems to be fucked because it stays blank the whole time. if i can be fagged, i'll take it to the optus shop but, seeing as that involves money and leaving my lovely house, this is not likely. at least not today.
so yes. don't call, don't message, don't use my number unless you really do not care about me getting back to you anytime soon. not like i get back to people promptly anyway, but this time, i have an excuse for not answering calls. win!
p.s.: my hair is eyebleeding red. i thought blood red would be darker than this. i'd be disappointed but i did a completely fabulous job on it and therefore i think i'm great and don't care all that much that my boss might sack me on sight of it. i have the hair, might as well get the government payouts to match.
so yes. don't call, don't message, don't use my number unless you really do not care about me getting back to you anytime soon. not like i get back to people promptly anyway, but this time, i have an excuse for not answering calls. win!
p.s.: my hair is eyebleeding red. i thought blood red would be darker than this. i'd be disappointed but i did a completely fabulous job on it and therefore i think i'm great and don't care all that much that my boss might sack me on sight of it. i have the hair, might as well get the government payouts to match.