Something horrible always happens on Valentine's Day...the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre for one thing...but in relation to my actual life and events I've had to deal with personally, last year we had the Dickinson fiasco that left me in tears for days and absolutely destitute, convinced my life was over. Yeah. Whatever. I moved on, and am ridiculously happy at AU, so it turned out for the best. What happened to me this year, you might ask? Did Clyde break a leg? Did a family member die? No, but one might as well have. I cried bitterly over this loss and in the end was saved only by time.
On February 14, 2005 at approximately 8pm Steve the Pirate II (my cell phone) died. I don't know what happened. I opened StP2 to make a call and suddenly the screen turned half black, half orange. Maybe I dropped him one too many times during my drunken escapades, maybe it was simply his time to go, but regardless of the reason, his death was sudden and probably unprovoked. He was too young to go so quietly into the night. The only thing that kept me from truly having an emotional breakdown was the fact that I brought Steve the Pirate I home with me after break, for in my subconscious I knew StPII would soon be leaving me.
At any rate, time heals all I suppose. In this particular case, what healed my wounds was not time spent in mourning after StPII (though I did), but time spent with the good company of Cingular. Appears as though I've been a customer so long that I'm elligible for a free upgrade. Due to good timing and damn good luck, I was able to upgrade to a camera phone for absolutely nothing. Excuse me while I go happy dance. As I type this Steve the Pirate III is waiting for me at my lovely residence in Pennsylvania and I will be charging him and switching the SIM card tomorrow afternoon when I go home for the Levine wedding.
So the moral of the story kids...out of everything that's bad, something good comes. That and the fact that I'm an absolute nutcase, but hey, most of you already knew that, right?
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What happened to "no more rants" Ashels? And when did you name it Steve the Pirate?? You, child, have gone through SO many cell phones in your lifetime... I'm still on my crappy old Nokia... and despite us being AT&T customers for the last 6 years, Cingular woudln't give my dad a new phone... You musta been hitting on the dude ;-)
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