Would really prefer if my phone had not been stolen. Getting a new iphone looks to be near-prohibitively expensive, and like it will jack up my (already-high) phonebill by another $20 a month. Argh ( Read more... )

And then some kid on a bike stole my phone out of my hands while I was waiting for the bus.

So... no phone for a bit.

Oh, Baltimore. Oh, today.

It is not possible to hate someone for their own good.
I'm thinking a lot about this phrase. Not 100% sure where I got it, but I think I believe it. I think it's important. I think I would do well to keep it in mind. Other people too, possibly.

In theory, though I am hesitant to even write this lest I jinx it, we are getting the car back today! I ( Read more... )

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From time to time I do my makeup on the metro, and I know there are those who consider that uncouth. But the woman accross from me is cutting her nails. (And has been for three stops now- how long does it take?) That crosses a line for me.

The commute, the prospect of doing it every day, is a little daunting ( Read more... )

I have one. It is neat. I am at this moment on a train and on the internet, which is pretty damn cool.

Same number as before.

Yesterday afternoon the current phone had an ugly encounter with a hail storm. It still turns on, but each time I wake it up the the screen is a little darker and all it will do is flash the word 'goodbye!' It's actually kind of pitiful ( Read more... )