We did good yesterday! And I had a great time after all. So great that I lost my phone you might think but no, not that great, the phone is dead because my cats dropped it in a bowl of water. That’s right, my phone isn’t working so don’t bother trying to contact me through it. Don’t text, don’t call. I love my phone even though it’s a hundred years old (+ I have separation issues). You’re fingering your iPhones thinking it’s a good thing, I could use a new one. The majority would probably have thrown my phone out the window years ago, calling it dated even back then, but I still hang on to it and I’m quite sad to see it all torn apart like a sick and sad robot. “It feels like a family member is sick” Niklas said. Hopefully it’ll recover but it doesn’t exactly look that way right now. And you know what, a part of me actually feels free without the phone, knowing I won’t be reachable at all times, all day. Maybe this is a good thing. For a while.
November 17, 2009...10:46
Important message: don’t call or txt me
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"What we believe to be expressions of our feelings are in fact often simply means to get rid of them by giving them the outlet of an indeterminate form which does not give us any knowledge of them." - Marcel Proust
