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I forgot to pay my muthafucking mobile phone bill. I tell ya, this week until payday is going to be some thrill. The only luxury I have in my life is the information super highway on that phone. I click on a land faraway, once the weirdos at my work start to ***** and moan. I click on the browser and let my mind roam. I get to type all over the world, The co-workers complain about all the races they hate while I don't say a word and go to wikipedia straight away. I can spend hours reading about nazis, astronomers, and plants I might just invest in ear plugs to stop listening to co-workers rant. I catch up on gossip about celebrities I have never heard of, and read about the **** they are doing to ruin their lives. I go to Facebook, where a few people think my words are clever. Lets me sever the pains of everyday annoyances. Read about dreamy recipes I could make, and all the delicious pies I will bake. Chat with someone who slept all day and is now awake in Egypt. But like I said, I am without a phone this week. Seven days to let my insanity peak.
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Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
Mobile Phone
I forgot to pay my muthafucking mobile phone bill. I tell ya, this week until payday is going to be some thrill. The only luxury I have in my life is the information super highway on that phone. I click on a land faraway, once the weirdos at my work start to ***** and moan. I click on the browser and let my mind roam. I get to type all over the world, The co-workers complain about all the races they hate while I don't say a word and go to wikipedia straight away. I can spend hours reading about nazis, astronomers, and plants I might just invest in ear plugs to stop listening to co-workers rant. I catch up on gossip about celebrities I have never heard of, and read about the **** they are doing to ruin their lives. I go to Facebook, where a few people think my words are clever. Lets me sever the pains of everyday annoyances. Read about dreamy recipes I could make, and all the delicious pies I will bake. Chat with someone who slept all day and is now awake in Egypt. But like I said, I am without a phone this week. Seven days to let my insanity peak.
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Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
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