Thursday, May 6, 2010


My first phone died. It didn't just putter out; it died a slow and gruesome death. Screen unreadable, cover missing, a ghetto makeshift duct tape backing holding the battery in, a few piercings and engraved tattoos from that one night when things got crazy... Unfortunately, it was just barely beyond the point where wearing something cute and playing the "I don't know what happened, it just stopped working..." card would have been plausible. Not that I didn't try. ;)

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