24th
file #129 phoneless in seattle.
Are you there God? It’s me Rhinestone…
It’s weird how one event can cause a complete landslide of other events. It all started when I began chewing on the rubbery cover of my new white blackberry. I was a bit on edge during production week of The Heavenly Spies show at Triple Door. I don’t smoke and I couldn’t bite my nails because I have beautiful sparkling pink acrylics. It felt so satisfying to just bite right through that rubbery cell phone cover. Anyway…. I bit it so much that by the following week it fell apart. Without the cover my new white blackberry became so naked and slippery to the touch. Without thinking I took my new slippery phone into the bathroom with me. I set it on the back of the toilet… went pee… brushed my teeth… put face lotion on and then reached over to flush the toilet. As I flushed I received a text message. I will never know who that text was from because my phone slid out of my hand and into the toilet as it was flushing. I heard 5 loud glug noises as that porcelain devil swallowed my nubile young phone.
That was on Sunday. It is now Wednesday and my replacement has yet to arrive in the mail. Tragic I tell you! How is a girl supposed to commune with the masses?
ta ta
p.s. here is a picture of me when I used to be happy and owned my very own cell phone and it was warm out and I had roller skates that kind of rolled.
