because i've been keeping too many things in my pocket these days, my phone decided that it can no longer stand being squished alongside stolen goods (guitars, hookah, the entire cerealicious branch...etc) and popped out of my pocket into a pail of a water. understandable. it's summer and my phone wanted a swim. stupid phone, now you're dead.

so this means that no one will be able to contact me until i get a new phone and from the way my mom scolded me just now, i'm guessing that it wouldn't be any time soon. sucks to be me. oh wells, this will at least prohibit me from going out and getting wasted all throughout summer. it will also mean, however, that majority of summer will be spent rotting at home. great.

you fools better log-on ym/msn and keep me company.


and the only way i know i'll be able to quit is if i do it for myself. i think it is high time i do something for myself. sure it's fun watching myself breathe; but what's the point of watching myself breathe when i can barely breathe.

...i'm falling ill. i expect the fever to arrive within a few days.