Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Today on the eve of my anniversary (hint, hint), dad's still at the hospital (might as well give him your ten seconds and say a little prayer..) and my phone got swiped. Fmylife, no?. I tried to call it—it still rings. No answer, just ringing. Eleven rings.
I'll give a little something to whoever can help me get my phone back. Can you smell my new scent, eau de desperacion?
I have two month's worth of my life stored there. Photos, videos, etc. I just want my files back. I hate ifs esp. now but well, if I only had it backed up.
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