Phone woes

So sad news...I lost my poor orange pebl phone that was my life for 2 years. In the condition it was in, making texting and all things phone related difficult, it still served its purpose. Now it is lost in the abyss that is bar garbage and is swimming in pools of vomit and beer instead of laying on the smooth black felt of its charger port that is lonely without the phone to cradle. But unlike the loss of a beloved pet, I can't give it time and wait. I have to replace it. You were a good phone while you lasted though, pebl. I will never forget you...

I feel very disconnected from the world. I can't pester my sister, say random good mornings to the roomies, even let anyone besides my roomies know what happened to my phone. It's also a scary feeling knowing that if something went wrong, there is no way to get a hold of someone in a hurry. I hate it. I will be glad tomorrow when I get another phone and say hello to the world again and immerse myself in reading instruction manuals instead of another novel involving Bella and Edward. sigh. Good night!

R.I.P. Motorola pebl in my favorite color.

(listening to "Broken" ~~Evanescence "and I don't feel right now you've gone away...")