Martin Tithonium (tithonium) wrote,
Martin Tithonium
tithonium

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT ON A TRISCUIT WITH BARBEQUE SAUCE.

My cellphone has been stolen. I had it at the gas station, then went to safeway, then home. I lost it somewhere around there. Four calls have been made from it since then.

It is now suspended, and the girl would have been happen to talk about pricing for a new one, but I'm pissed off and have been drinking for three hours, and this is really not the time. I called it. several times. ONE of the times, I got a person. and asked for their number. and they gave it. I should have written it down. It was, I'm sure, fake, but who knows. Then I called tmobile.

Then I yelled, 'cause lights were on and the bedroom door was open, so I thought loree was home. BUT, I'm stupid, and charles is over. oops. Sorry kids.

:sighs.

I'm really ticked off.
It's a damned good thing I went on a slight bender this evening, or I'd be /really/ frothing at the mouth.




and I miss randomdreams. Not that he'd neccessarily make me feel better, but I'm really /not/ above emotional blackmail in these situations. COME BACK WE MISS YOU Plus: I bet he could make me a steam-powered nuclear cell-phone with first-strike capabilities.
Tags: angst, bitchiness, communication, people suck
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