Today for the third time ever, I dropped my phone. It didn't land hard, just kind of "whenk" on its back. Picked it up. It grew an extra chromosome. Seriously, this thing is... have you ever seen a cat or dog after some dickhead owner makes it all dizzy and it runs around in a circle for 4 seconds and then falls over and has that dazed and unfocused look on its face for about an hour? That's my phone. It has brain damage.
Needless to say, I can't make or receive calls or texts for the time being. For as much as the timing couldn't suck more, it's actually a good thing. I'm switching over to "Smart Talk" and getting a phone for free, plus the plan is only 30 bones a month. It's a better plan than I have now for less than I'm paying with AT&T. But I need to talk it over with GF first and she doesn't get home for another 6 hours.
The point being, I'm getting a new phone and a new number, so don't get all pissy if I don't answer a text or I fail to call you back in the next few days. It's not personal. I just have limited funds to deal with a tarded phone at the moment.
Anyone who wants my new number should comment here and I'll get it to you. You can put personal info in your comments, I won't approve anything for public display. Not for this post anyway. Oh, and since my current phone is playing with bunnies, I don't have ANYONE'S phone numbers anymore. None. So there's another kick in the throat I didn't need right now.
Good times. Good times.
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