I've been totally out of the blog mode for the last few weeks. My life is seriously insane. I just need to get into a routine and things will be cool again.
The original title of this post was supposed to be "Fuck My Fucking Cellphone". My beautiful, nice, low key cellphone died a few months ago. I replaced it not knowing that I could keep my old number.
It's been chaos ever since. This new rogue phone of mine has a terrible number that I just can't embrace. I'm an 8 girl. I've always been an 8 girl and this new phone number is a friggin tribute to the number 7.
7 is just so nowhere with me. I refuse to memorize this new number. It's like I'm dating down with this number and I just don't want to invest the time.
But I'm not dating down. It's more like I have an arranged marriage with this new phone number and there is no getting out of it. I have a bloody mental block against my cellphone number! Insane.
And to boot, my new phone can take photos (who cares) but it has NO icon to tell me when I have messages SO I never check my messages until it is toooooo late. Friends look at me oddly because I never refer to their calls. One of my closest friends lives in L.A. The phone plays a critical part in our relationship. He just told me I could basically F Off for not returning his calls in the last two months.
This is NOT good.
8 comments:
Hey EVI,
THAT explains it ...
I left a couple of messages for you, completely wrapped up in my own little world and unaware of all the stuff that was going on in your life. I'm embarrassed ...
P.S. " ... unaware of all the stuff that was going on in your life"
Not the least of which were your cellphone problems.
WHAT? No icon about voicemail? WTF? That is lame.
Why aren't things EASY anymore?
I so know what you mean. I got my own cell phone before going to NYC - okay, I'm always eons behind the times. Anywho....for the life of me I can't remember my cell #. I let my hubby keep the old cell # - sweet thang that I am. ^-^
BTW, you're going to love the picture function once you try it....
Love both post titles but the cell phone title was my favorite.
As I keep having to take my battery out and blow on it to get my cell phone to work I can relate to the original title. But no icon? That defies logic.
This is a great excuse for me. Now I can say, my God, I've been trying and trying that darn cell of yours. It has nothing to do with me being a bad friend, nope, nothing at all.
PS, you are so not a 7 girl. I'm a 9 gal myself
Hope all is well EVI
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