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I think I need a cleansing or something.
My cellphone got stolen. Yeah, you got that right. My beautiful lovely Blackberry 8120 got snatched from MY FUCKING HANDS about four hours ago.
I was coming from lunch with a friend, on my way to work, and Jose kept ringing me to ask me stupid stuff about what to get to his sister on his way back from Spain. I kept telling him, wait for me to get to work so I can call you, I hate to talk on the street because PEOPLE GET ROBBED LIKE THAT. But he wouldn't listen. So he kept talking to me and it was then that a thirty something guy got out from A CAB with his wife on the backseat, snatched it out of my hands and then got back into the cab and the cabbie (accomplice or not, I have no idea) just kept on driving.
Well, shit.
Now, there's the possibility of me just extending my one year contract (that was supposed to expire this May) another year and them selling me the phone at 356 soles. I was gonna do that, except it was out of stock. They are expecting more in the next few days. Please, please oh please, cross your fingers so that happens, because if that doesn't, then I think I just might kill myself. I know it sounds stupid of me, but for some stupid reason, when Jose left, that do it all cell phone was the one thing I hanged on to. The thing I downloaded stuff for, the one I kept on putting things in, music and shit. I got obsessed, and that's why it didn't hurt so much. I'm weird, I know, but IT GOT ME THROUGH. And after Jose leaves, I won't see him for another eleven months, and without that cell phone to obsess about once again, I just think I'll go a little bit insane.
Please, dude, just. Give me this break. Cut me this slack. I really fucking need it.
My cellphone got stolen. Yeah, you got that right. My beautiful lovely Blackberry 8120 got snatched from MY FUCKING HANDS about four hours ago.
I was coming from lunch with a friend, on my way to work, and Jose kept ringing me to ask me stupid stuff about what to get to his sister on his way back from Spain. I kept telling him, wait for me to get to work so I can call you, I hate to talk on the street because PEOPLE GET ROBBED LIKE THAT. But he wouldn't listen. So he kept talking to me and it was then that a thirty something guy got out from A CAB with his wife on the backseat, snatched it out of my hands and then got back into the cab and the cabbie (accomplice or not, I have no idea) just kept on driving.
Well, shit.
Now, there's the possibility of me just extending my one year contract (that was supposed to expire this May) another year and them selling me the phone at 356 soles. I was gonna do that, except it was out of stock. They are expecting more in the next few days. Please, please oh please, cross your fingers so that happens, because if that doesn't, then I think I just might kill myself. I know it sounds stupid of me, but for some stupid reason, when Jose left, that do it all cell phone was the one thing I hanged on to. The thing I downloaded stuff for, the one I kept on putting things in, music and shit. I got obsessed, and that's why it didn't hurt so much. I'm weird, I know, but IT GOT ME THROUGH. And after Jose leaves, I won't see him for another eleven months, and without that cell phone to obsess about once again, I just think I'll go a little bit insane.
Please, dude, just. Give me this break. Cut me this slack. I really fucking need it.