I am seriously dying right now. My phone's been disconnected because Three suck giant hairy balls and love to make my life miserable and won't let me contact anyone. I wish I didn't depend on my phone so much, because in the times when I don't have it, it's like torture. It just sits there, wanting to be touched. Wanting my fingers to gently and ever so softly sooth the screen, caress it's lit up face, make it feel loved and like it's actually needed. But, sadly I can't do any of those things. Though I have been playing Oven Break and Traffic Rush like there's no tomorrow cause there's nothing else of interest I can do on my phone other than listen to music. If anyone happens to have a space $500 or so just kicking around, I'd be ever so grateful if you gave it to me. I would love you forever. The only thing keeping me from actually going insane is that I can still receive calls and texts, the day they cut that off is the day I go Scarface on everyones ass'. Until that day though you're all safe, maybe just lock you doors and windows in case...
Adios Amigos.
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