As I've said, there have been so many issues in my life lately. I've been dragged away from Texas, I still don't have my old toe, my stalker/boyfriend and my dad have more of a history than I want to think about, and today, I totally dropped my cell phone!
It was awful. I was in the bathroom looking at the fancy California sinks and my phone slipped out of my pocket. It hit the nasty floor so hard something must have broken inside. I can make calls, but the screen is all white. Now I can't look at pictures, text, make videos or listen to music. I can only call people if I have their numbers memorized. what kind of phone is that? So useless... And I just know Daddy won't buy me a new one because I just got my car stolen as well. He'll probably set me up with one of those old clunky ones.
I NEED my pink phone. I need to call bio-dad to ask for news on Peter. I need it text West in class. Why can't phones heal like people... Or me at least?
About Me
- Claire B
- Okay, so my Dad said I could have a blog as long as I don't give away any personal info so the evil paper company doesn't come take me away. So, I have a big family. I have a morally ambiguous dad, a mom with questionable sanity, a dog that pretty much runs the house, and a brother who is just... there. I also have a bio-family consisting of my super cute uncle, my pretty good looking ex-politition dad, control freak grandma and a pyro mom living in a trailer. I used to want to be normal, but after our house blew up, I figured what's the use?