Clunk
Yesterday, as I bounded up the cement stairs back to my house, I dropped my phone. Now it's scratched. Damn it. I want a new one -- good thing I won't have this one for long.
With extra cycles, this is what my brain conjures up.
Mostly, it wonders about things that people take for granted.
Or that they don't care about wasting time with.
Yesterday, as I bounded up the cement stairs back to my house, I dropped my phone. Now it's scratched. Damn it. I want a new one -- good thing I won't have this one for long.
2 comments:
So, it's scratched. Must everything has to be perfect! Why waste money? I get left over from my son and love it. Just a phone!
Everything doesn't have to be perfect, but it sucks when my phone has that "cement rash" on it. Anyway, I won't have it for long because it doesn't work out in Taiwan anyway.
I get leftovers from the restaurant, and I love them.
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