*hack cough wheeze... wheeze... wheeze... hack COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH*
Mhm.
Got a Rugby 2. And I've already dropped it smack on the bathroom tile.
Gasped.
And promptly picked it up and sent a message to my friend.
Had to pay for it, got about ... 80% off since I haven't upgraded in... never.
Its not as user friendly as my old clunker
but its more comfortable in my hand and against my head, its invincible, and takes better pictures, and ... what else? Oh
The fucking thing killed about half of my sim card contacts.
HAH!
... norly.
But my mom did buy me 20 pounds of rice >> she's a nice lady like that.
Funeral sucked.
Oh and
there was something about creepy death trees bearing fruits of joy for your children to eat...
really freaked me the fuck out... course I may have been on acid or... mocking the institute of funerals.
Oh yeah and it might MIGHT not kill my internet when I'm on the phone.
I managed to load up a L4D2 map while receiving a call.
*rubs scar*
I'm gonna take a nap.
Uh... I've got like ... 7 days to get my shit together then I'm going to Vegas.
That is not a standing still thing to do.
Have I even felt everything I was supposed to?
I'm not sure I have, maybe that's what's behind that whole... stasis impulse.
I hope my puppy will be okay while I'm gone...
I really
really
really
really
really
REALLY
hate not having her around.
Nap.
I'll freak out and piece my life together later.