Sugar, spell it out.

Oh, hey there, Sprint. Just wanted to tell you that I think you suck. And you know there is nothing I can do about it, because you own my text messaging soul until somewhere around 2011. Probably longer, because when your craptastic phone breaks, you will give me a new replacement one that is even shittier (but pink or baby blue--so that I will covet it, you sneaky bastard, you know my weakness for girly colors) but free, if I sign another 3 year contract. And I will cave. Because I am weak.

So, yeah. My phone is broken and I can't receive or send out text messages. For a girl who, last month, used 3,456 texts, this is heart-wrentching. I actually have to dial numbers and then, worst yet, talk to actual humans!

I also went to a very expensive spa to get my hair done today. I was thinking that expensive equals no croqs. I was safe there, but it still didn't stop the girl, who was pretty nice but a little dumb, from DRILLING me with questions. After nosing around about my favorite things to do, "clubs" to go to, favorite movies, shows, places to christmas shop, occupation, age, college, if I think its possible for a pomleranian to OCD, she asked: So, do you live alone? so I decided to make this girl as uncomfortable as possible. Spilling my personal life, with embellishments and some downright lies. The girl didn't even wince. She just went into details about her boyfriend slept with a girl she is aquainted with, on prom night, five years before she knew the boy or girl. And how she confronted the girl. WTF. This made the cut go slower. It took 2 hours. My hair looks cute, if I was going to zen or somewhere. But, I am going to work. With super big, curly hair. I should be on one of those volumizing shampoo commercials. And I am going out tonight. By then I will look like roadkill, with lots of hairspray...

I do get to attend the mortician's ball on Thursday night. I am super excited. Its always a lively time.