Friday, 16 May 2008

• It was an unusually warm day in November when I dropped my phone for the last time.
  

  It must have been mid sixties, possibly into the seventies. And it was sunny.
  

  Mid sentence, it jumped from my hand to a notsocold shattering almost death that proved that it once again was indestructible.
  
  

                        I had a brand new phone waiting for me at home that was supposed to be less craptacular than the brick I toted around.
  But promises are meant to be broken and inferences to be misinterpreted.
  
  
  
  

  
  Oh how I wish I could change the sound that erupts upon the reciept of a text!
  
  Impossible. I can only choose from 5 premade tones.
  It's not fair.
  But such is life.
  
  
  
  School's over. It was anticlimactic.
  The end.
  

  
  
  

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