i am a phone killer

[emchy]

so last night at hot pants i had a grand time
to me a dance club is like being a kid in the candy store
omigod - a dance floor
omigod - dance music
... and they want us to USE IT - YAY!
i get a little geeky - i blame years and years (10) of dance classes and then a sudden withdrawl from wodden floors, barres and room sized mirrors accompanied by rad new dance music and a lot of sweating with other women... good times

so hot pants was good - but i hate coat check and that weird - i am watching my stuff - dance that hiding your jacket causes. i had on a skirt and no pockets. all of my cohorts were potentially up to trouble and so i wanted to keep my belongings on myself. license, stuck in bra - check. cash - also in bra - check. cell phone - slid under bra strap - check. four hours of dancing my ass off = cell phone suddenly not working.

bad. bad. bad.

so luckily i had my old phone activated while they send me a replacement - i love the old phone, doesn't hold a charge well, but you could run the fucker over with a car and it would still get better reception than this new @##&*%* nokia. anyway - so i am contactable again - but if we have met in the last six months - i don't have yr #

and that sux

how the phone got ruined though - to me - is hilarious
gives killer cleavage a whole new meaning
jesus.