I'm a fucking idiot.
I lost my cell phone. Technically, it's Ashlee's, but I use it...frequently. I lost it the first time near a dive bar in Vevče. My friend Alisa called my number and found it on a dark street by a paper mill. WTF?! Then I lost it AGAIN!!! And I fucking turned it off, since the battery was low. So I can't even check to see if someone picked it up. I feel remarkedly Meganesque right now. (She lost her cell while I was in the City under similarly conspicuous circumstances.) If anyone reading this knows my family, please call them and let them know I'm not ignoring them. So fucking stupid. Can you see me slapping my forehead? I blame Martinovanje. Dumb wine festival on a dinnerless stomach. I'm surprised I wasn't organ-harvested at some point last night. In other news, I met this really cool girl who paints porno tourist calendars and dinosaur Christians. The shit is so nonsense. Jesus as a Tyrannosaurus Rex and the wisemen as velociraptors! A chick taking it in all holes next to the fountain in front of City Hall! Some fucking people...I'm glad it works out this way.
posted by J Wilson at Sunday, November 13, 2005
3 Comments:
You lost my triband? I swear to god.I should have known.
That makes me very unhappy.
OK, grouch, talk to my freezing titties. I'm not hating you just because Curtis's boyf couldn't pack properly. And didn't you just "lose" your wallet?! I'm pretty unhappy too. Trust me. This is not the face of unrestrained glee. And when were you going to use that phone anyway?
God swears back.
Fuck you. I didn't lose YOUR wallet. And if you'd wanted your jacket, you could have gotten your ass over to Carmen's to get it.
And wtf? When was I going to use the phone? It's my freaking phone. I lent it to you. I go to Europe and I like to have it. I was doing you a favour.
Whatever.
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