I broke my phone.
Again.
Twice in two months now, the screen on my cell phone has exploded and I can only see half of the display.
I am a decent enough texter that I can send a text message and basically know what I'm sending, but I had a brief panic attack today when I sent a message to a male friend saying, "I have mad texting skills," because I was worried I might have told him, "I have mad sexing skills." Thankfully, I don't think I did.
So...I will be with half a cell phone until I get home on Tuesday.
I might as well have cut off my foot. Or at least half my foot.
Oh, from what I've heard, the text you sent me was supportable...
ReplyDeleteNow we'll have to call you Kunta Kinte.
ReplyDeleteNow that I think of it, you're probably too young to understand that joke...
Toby.
ReplyDeleteI watched roots in HS. Didnt they cut off his toes? I guess they did that because he didnt have a cell phone.
ReplyDeleteThey cut off half his foot so he couldn't run away to the city to get a new phone.
ReplyDeleteErin-ha! You're a riot.
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