Awesome tweet from @donaldmiller last night: "Our lives are just subplots. When we think we are the whole story, things go wrong. The stage is too big."
Love that. I think I broke my phone. If you are my Facebook or Twitter pal, I'm sure you got the memo. It was already kind of broken and I just cut my nails. The only way I could turn the phone on since I last dropped it a month ago was by taking off the back and pressing the main button from the inside out that only my fingernail can reach. Now my nails are too short (but they weren't even long in the first place. Promise.) It's good not to have access to social media at stop lights anyway. I'll be fine.
But, if you want to send cutesy texts, don't expect me to respond. BECAUSE I CAN'T.
*Note to reader: any text can be flirtatious if you add a smiley face. miss you :) when are you getting lunch? :) i never remember how to spell 'avant-garde' :) my car almost ran out of gas again :)
**Another note to reader: it has been brought to my attention that I sound totally crazy saying my phone is out of commission because of short nails. I left out the very very important fact that it hasn't worked since last night. Even when I take the battery out and put it back in, it only turns on 15% of the time. This is only interesting to you if you are part of the 1% (fact checkers).