No Phone...

Just in case you don't know (which you probably don't because my phone died before I could tell more than a couple of people) I have no phone. Well, okay, that's not true in the strictest sense because I do physically have a phone. It's shiny and black and I love it but it's just not of the most use to me at this time. Because I'm a dumbass. Shut up. All of you. I went to Vancouver to see the Marla and her GIANT engagement ring (and the Adam too I suppose :-)) and I was having so much trouble seeing after the continual blinding of my eyes from the reflection off her monster rock that I forgot to pack my charger up when I left. I shit you not. The diamonds are actually THAT big. And yes, that was diamond-S. Plural. Bitch. Not that I'm jealous...;-) So I don't have a phone. For now. I'm having some withdrawl issues but I'm sure I'll be alright. And it may even be a good thing. Because now maybe I'll stop obsessing over the damn thing. And that would be grand. So there you go. No phone. Okay bye.

* I would've posted a picture of the giant rock but they're on my phone.