You've Already Got Me Coming Undone

My phone has demons. The display was all weird and turned white and now won't do anything. K and I went to the Waterfront this morning to consult with the Verizon store. The ribbon wire (or something involving ribbon something) is broken. It is not fixable. I can get my contacts from it if I want. I cannot get my text messages, which is what is causing me the most sadness. I have messages on there from CLRG from right when we started dating. I saved ones that were especially cute. And now, I can apparently not get them. I used to look at those when I was feeling down and having a crappy day. I know I will get more, but I had just been thinking about how I should write down those messages and then my phone had to go and be dumb and get demons. R had an extra phone that she isn't using, so she gave that to me tonight and all I have to do is transfer my number to it. Very nice of her. I'm just sad about it. Stupid phone. Rest in peace. :o(

You Are Not Alone; I Am Here With You

I just painted my toenails a color called Times Square Tangerine Creme. It is nice and summery. I don't really have much else to report (it is sad that my nail polish is the only thing I can think of that is exciting).

I'm listening to The Essential Michael Jackson right now and it makes me both happy and sad. It is very sad that he died so young. Very, very sad. I was at the movies with CLRG when I found out for sure and I really hoped that it was a false report. What an icon, you know? And then to also lose Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett as well? Tragic, really.

In other news, CLRG and I are going out tonight to celebrate his friend's birthday at some beer place in the South Side. I'm sure it will be a quality time. I don't have to work tomorrow (amazing!) and we got free tickets to the Pirates/Royals game from his sister, so I think it will be a nice day. Woo!