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Fucking phone

I wake up this morning (last night we went to Joe's to watch the fight, and then 'somewhere' and it all gets fuzzy) to find I was missing my phone. A thorough search around the house revealed nothing so I slowly arrived at the conclusion that my phone was now in a cab somewhere. Oh just fucking perfect.

So after cancelling my phone, I schlepped my ass down to the one AT&T store that is open on Sundays and purchased a new phone (full price since I've long sinced burned through the replacement phones insurance gives you). So 300 bucks later I now have this multi-media clusterfuck that is Samsungs answer to the iphone (i guess?). And boy howdy this phone sure wasn't made for the John Waynes of the world. Every single function in this thing is accompanied by some gay-ass ring, noise, and animation. Just fucking shoot me

So, the other fun part of losing phones is that while people I really don't care to talk to again, I actually _CAN'T_ talk to, all the people I need to contact are now out of the phone. This includes the girl from last Monday who is out of town until the 28th. Seeing as how this is the 21st century world of dating, the phone is but one of the ways we stay in contact. Still...fucking pain in the ass.

I'm so happy I could just shit.

Comments (3)

so... have fun re-collecting all of those phone numbers. to get you started, although I'm sure you have already started, here's mine: 515-326-2239.


maybe you should have a wristband attached to your phone. :P

Dan:

David DeAngelo starts with the pickup line, "Look, I gotta go. Do you have email?"

Thanks for the #.

Man David DeAngelo...somehow I ended up getting his newsletters and have read them with much bemusement. His whole entire philosophy on women seems to boil down to a simple concept Ryan Bartekoske explained to me once when we were all but 17 or so

"Dude, you just have to act like you don't give a fuck."

All his other tactics and shit basically point right back to that. Don't get me wrong, I think he's pretty spot on, but still...it's not the amazing secret sauce he trumps it as.

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