Mar 15, 2010 17:25
You were never quite the sharpest tool in the shed. You've broken three times before with different problems. But, my darling, you picked a hell of a time to go kaput, when I need to be making long calls, checking voicemails and looking for texts. I wonder why. Today my mom called you, then I checked the time. And somewhere between downtown and Collegetown you died in my pocket.
I left your carcass at home while I went to store to get your replacement. Except I didn't have the authorization to. So, if that was your last hurrah, I say, bravo, kiddo. You've had a hell of a run. And if I was going out, I'd want to do in style, bitchslapping the whole way.
So here's to the LG Venus. You've been through drunk dialing, last minute movie times, waiting-hoping-screening Boys Boys Boys, Starbucks emergencies, loads-piles-mounds of awkwardness, bad news, good news, the boy who bored me senseless (sorry I left you on the couch all those times while he was still talking) and the couch cushions. I'm happy you got to go quietly, instead of on the sidewalk or down a toilet, like so many twenty-somethings phones do.
Cheers! Tomorrow, with proper clearance, I am off to get your replacement, something that, I'm sure, will turn out to be both smarter and bossier than me.