Breathe In, Breathe Out

Today, my un-named battered phone who I've countlessly dropped over and over again but she still never gave up on me (yes, although she had no name, she most definitely was a girl), got turned off in a very anticlimactic way. For some reason, I thought unclimactic was the correct way - thank you spell check! I got stressed out because M told me to just turn it off so my new phone could turn on, so my contacts could carry over. Wait, what? I thought she said I could transfer my EVERYTHING to the new phone? So I'm dishing out the Spanish Inquisition about how if I knew it wasn't just gonna transfer over, I would have texted Ricky the pictures I wanted since this clearly isn't as easy as I thought it may be. I'm freaking and stressing out at her, cause I'm without a phone and dunno how to contact anyone. She's freaking and stressing out at me, because I'm freaking and stressing out at her. It's a huge, big, bubble of freakdom and stressors. The new baby whose name is Beautiful is charging and apparently syncing my contacts (whoopee *twirls*) at midnight while I sleep and I have to go to Verizon to somehow miraculously obtain my pictures from my old phone onto my new one.

I'm so glad I got a new phone for my early birthday! *my sarcasm hand is partially raised*

"There's nothing like the deep breathing after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons." (Perks of Being a Wallflower)