Oh shit. I'm almost positive the Raina show is about to start back up. Please take your seats and turn off your phones. Or put them in the washing machine.
Yeah yeah, ha ha, super funny, go you. Oh wait. I never mentioned the washed phone here, did I? Huh. It made me wild because I don't normally do things like that with my electronics and attempt to take decent care of them. I just don't lose or break that stuff and haven't in an while. Well. Er. Heh. Oh, what can I say? It was a good run while it lasted.
It went something like this: I was getting my laundry together when I decided I also wanted to wash the sweatshirt that was currently on my body. I emptied the pockets (which included my phone) onto the dining room table. I then heard my message tone and since I had been in the middle of a text session with someone and have the focus of a ferret, I picked the phone back up before I took off the sweatshirt. You see where this is going right? Phone back in pocket, sweatshirt into washer, communication to the outside world gone like yesterday albeit a super squeaky clean phone. I tried the rice trick to no avail. I wanted to be all boo, I hate this missing phone thing and don't get me wrong, I was a little panicky when driving a distance from home at first but then... the silence. The no phone = no responsibility sweet silence. And I started taking it all in. I leave the house and shhhh... that's right... I'm an owl on the wings of the darkest night. And I got into it big time, until someone went all snark snark. And yes, try not to faint, I cared enough to do something about it. Commence phone shopping. Which is the entire point of this long drawn out totally unnecessary lead in.
At the phone store I put my busted ass phone on the counter and tell my unlucky victim of the day that I need a new one and I want the purple one. Yes, that was the only thing I cared about at that time, excuse me for being a light sensitive idiot and going ga ga over the color purple. The color, not the movie. That movie is just plain awful. So yeah, there I was all omg, I love the purple one btw so like can I have that one please mr salesman sir? He looked surprised and told me that's not the one I want. I then had him explain crackberries to me in every single minute detail. Mostly because it makes me laugh, a little because he's arguing with me out loud instead of keeping it in his head and a surd I'm not the phone expert, he is = that'll learn him. But didn't he come back with "you won't enjoy that phone, it's for beginners" and even though I guffawed at the absurdity of that statement, he bravely went on to explain that I am in the advanced user category of blackberry users. That's right, I'm advanced. As much as it's one of the funniest things I have heard in a while, and I now feel I have the right to mock the people who are so clearly beginners (whatever that means! It's awesome! Try it, you'll love it!), I will say that this phone is super duper amounts of fun so I'm keeping it. I even went so far as to connect my email through it. Is that how an advanced person would word that? I don't even know! I don't have to! I'm advanced bitches! I also connected it to my FB but that was more of an "oh, what's this, yeah I'll totally do that, whoa facebook cool" moment. Oh yeah, also, it's white. And we all know how I feel about that.
Anyway, it might pain me to lose my incredibly awesome irresponsible uncaring silence, but I really like what this little machine is offering me. Technology is so rad I can hardly stand it.
P.S. Not sure why I am such a huge fan of the equals symbol tonight but I am working that shit in like no tomorrow. I'd try to explain it but I don't think anyone but the advanced users would get it.
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