Last night I dropped a can of soda and my CELLULAR PHONE into a gigantic puddle of mud as I was getting out of the car to go to Bongbadia. I only saw the fucking soda though, so I LEFT MY PHONE in the water all night long. I thought it was just somewhere in my purse or the car or something. Then this morning we go out to the car to take Michael to work and there it is, face plate and buttons up, battery down, in the mud. I feel so guilty that I left my poor loving phone out in the cold in the water all night long.
I have a temporary, but FUCK.