So it's come to this
I can't find my cell phone. There are three rooms in this apartment, plus the bathroom if you count it, which I don't because why would my cell phone be in the bathroom? I have to call Carole King! I have to pitch an article about green tea! But I have no phone!
I am the worst freelancer of all time.
p.s. I used to know someone who thought the Nelly Furtado "I'm like a bird" song was about lying to a guy about how you can't call him because you were in a similar pickle to the one I'm in right this minute. "I don't know where my phone is," Nelly sings, plaintively. Damn right. And now I'm gonna fly away.
I am the worst freelancer of all time.
p.s. I used to know someone who thought the Nelly Furtado "I'm like a bird" song was about lying to a guy about how you can't call him because you were in a similar pickle to the one I'm in right this minute. "I don't know where my phone is," Nelly sings, plaintively. Damn right. And now I'm gonna fly away.