Self on new phone

hmph

this new phone lets me add words to T9, and already had "fuck" and "shit" in there. sweet. other than that, it's sort of a hideous greenish-gold, and the ac port is in the way when i'm charging and texting simultaneously. samsung has moved around the softkeys on the slide, which is sort of awkward. apparently it records audio, as well as doing all that other shit i don't care about. the camera is still eh, 1.3 megapixel, no flash. the center of gravity issue when the slide is open has been fixed, but now there's a bumper at the bottom of the phone, making it harder to get to the bottom row if you're a both-thumbs texter. i can buy extra memory for this thing, but then that would be more numbers to lose, right?

*sigh*

okay, back to whatever it was i was doing before i got the phone.

I FUCKING HATE SOUTH X

i lost my fucking phone at fucking emo's last night. i walked "home" with jon dale's friend liz, and luckily he came home a day early, and i had my tantrum at him. now i have a piece of shit phone with the same number until my new phone comes next week, but unless i have your phone number written down, i'm not calling you. you can still call me. i'm drunk and grumpy like a two-year-old that has to wear noise-cancelling headphones to sxsw shows. my face is all puffy and stupid, i'm sweaty and haven't showered, i'm doing laundry instead of napping, i ran into a bunch of people i know, i'm grumpy, i'm going to have to enter 246 numbers into this new sim card, the shit phone doesn't have T9 and a fully charged battery, i haven't gotten caught up on school like i wanted, crystal castles SUCKS live, like flosstradamus, i lost the $7 earplugs i bought at cvs yesterday because they were the only ones left, my liver hates me, i'm dehydrated despite drinking mad water, i don't want to do anything else and i hate the heat and this week and all the tourists and loudness and being social.

i'm also a liar and i love everyone i ran into and i'm a whore for positive feedback about what a great proofreader i am and a tiny part of me still secretly likes music.

Jennifer and i are at this place.

Dave!

Beauty bar!

cut copy makes me control x and c and v to paste

sorry this isn't a real post either. i did want to let you know:

you know i'm looking for you
i call your number but i can't get through
there is a feeling in me and i don't know why
is there a feeling in you that you can't deny

beer 2.5

i have the tv on and am constantly refreshing the sos and travis county pages, instead of sitting in the bath marinating with my beer. fuckin' elections whore. the precinct i helped shut down 2.5 hours ago hasn't even reported yet. GODDAMN.

the obamanation ... durr... i dunno.

like teh sex imma mouth

early voting numbers! so it's only for the 15 most populous counties, and no results get heard yet, but still. it breaks my mind. in one way, it's because holy shit, these are HUGE numbers, and in the other... uh, i'm so dreading tuesday.

*quails in fear*

yay!

no more early voting! i slept in - until ten! - this morning.