how on earth does one person manage to destroy 3 phones in less than two months? no one can even come close to understanding how completely stupid i am.
let us recap... shall we
/rewind transmission
valentines day: wake up to a lovely text message... get excited and jump out of bed to take a shower and smell cute and then go cause "havokkk" with my favorite of faves. get dressed, get ready to call... jamie comes into the room. her goofy instincts tell her "OH! kourt just made her bed, let me jump on it and mess it up... not knowing there is a brand new cell phone on it that i could possibly knock over and ruin kourt's day with".
/jumps onto bed
/phones goes flying
/kourt starts screaming and chasing it
/phone hits wood floor and the phone is fucked.
i spend almost 3 hours pissed off, trying to quick fix my phone, but since it was the new motorola a630, the casing busted and the hinges were screwed up. fabulous right?...
i look in the phone book for almost 45 minutes, then realize. i dont know the fucking last name of the person im looking for.
/kourt is deemed a retard for life.
so valentines i sat there watching movies and consoling myself in a big bag of flaming hot cheetos. i ate them because they had the cool word of "flaming" printed on the front. i went to sleep early.... because i was irritated and couldnt find a t-mobile that could replace my phone, cause.. "they were all sub-divisions and i needed an authorized dealer to exchange my messy phone ordeal"...
/t-mobile is now a bunch of whores.
/fastforward transmission to february 16, 2005
ok so here we are. i spent almost all day yesterday on the phone with t-mobile, talking to stupid tele-people after the next.. I JUST WANT MY PHONE. what sluts. alas, i get transferred to a man named "jerry". jerry spoke like a girl. but a great help at that. it took him less than 5 minutes to get my warrantee back up and get me the number i needed to go pick up a new phone and what location to get it at.
/jerry gets comical
"it's a little hard for the costa rican children to work computers these days. ive tried to tell them to stick with the us, but the 4.15 an hour looks so well on their currency exchange"
THANK YOU JERRY.
/kourt gets lost...
like that isn't hard. period.
so now i sit here, watching a great movie recommended to me by matt and joe... called "battle royale"... holy crap. if anyone has not seen this movie.. you have to go see it. now.. nothing like 14 year olds killing each other.
it's amazing.
i think that is all for now.
i feel icky.. i think i ate something that was nasty or something er other... "ayess".
i think i have to post up this picture... of me hugging a homeless man on kirby street. haha. it's the funniest damn thing you've ever seen.. believe me... hahahahaha.
ok.. yeah. that's it. i promise
xoxoxo
let us recap... shall we
/rewind transmission
valentines day: wake up to a lovely text message... get excited and jump out of bed to take a shower and smell cute and then go cause "havokkk" with my favorite of faves. get dressed, get ready to call... jamie comes into the room. her goofy instincts tell her "OH! kourt just made her bed, let me jump on it and mess it up... not knowing there is a brand new cell phone on it that i could possibly knock over and ruin kourt's day with".
/jumps onto bed
/phones goes flying
/kourt starts screaming and chasing it
/phone hits wood floor and the phone is fucked.
i spend almost 3 hours pissed off, trying to quick fix my phone, but since it was the new motorola a630, the casing busted and the hinges were screwed up. fabulous right?...
i look in the phone book for almost 45 minutes, then realize. i dont know the fucking last name of the person im looking for.
/kourt is deemed a retard for life.
so valentines i sat there watching movies and consoling myself in a big bag of flaming hot cheetos. i ate them because they had the cool word of "flaming" printed on the front. i went to sleep early.... because i was irritated and couldnt find a t-mobile that could replace my phone, cause.. "they were all sub-divisions and i needed an authorized dealer to exchange my messy phone ordeal"...
/t-mobile is now a bunch of whores.
/fastforward transmission to february 16, 2005
ok so here we are. i spent almost all day yesterday on the phone with t-mobile, talking to stupid tele-people after the next.. I JUST WANT MY PHONE. what sluts. alas, i get transferred to a man named "jerry". jerry spoke like a girl. but a great help at that. it took him less than 5 minutes to get my warrantee back up and get me the number i needed to go pick up a new phone and what location to get it at.
/jerry gets comical
"it's a little hard for the costa rican children to work computers these days. ive tried to tell them to stick with the us, but the 4.15 an hour looks so well on their currency exchange"
THANK YOU JERRY.
/kourt gets lost...
like that isn't hard. period.
so now i sit here, watching a great movie recommended to me by matt and joe... called "battle royale"... holy crap. if anyone has not seen this movie.. you have to go see it. now.. nothing like 14 year olds killing each other.
it's amazing.
i think that is all for now.
i feel icky.. i think i ate something that was nasty or something er other... "ayess".
i think i have to post up this picture... of me hugging a homeless man on kirby street. haha. it's the funniest damn thing you've ever seen.. believe me... hahahahaha.
ok.. yeah. that's it. i promise
xoxoxo
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Do you have a phone yet, or are all these text messages that I've sent stuck in limbo?