Every day, I drop my cellphone at least once. Today, it's been twice so far. But no, i'm not done. See, usually, when I drop the phone, it's like, oh, darn, dropped the phone. *pick it up.* But today, each time i dropped the phone, it was like a catastrophic explosion. The phone literally shattered into 5 pieces. Faceplate, backplate, battery, and keypad. I was like... WHAT. THE. FFFFFFRUIT?

And then it happened again. Now, I'm just waiting for it to happen again. And again and again until the phone breaks. And then I'm going to considering getting a Nextel..and then going to convince all my friends to get nextels. This way, we can all talk like one big gay frat party!

I really wish I had something interesting to talk about.. but I don't.

I think I've just about covered every situation that could possibly happen in my life. Two years worth of blog entries will do that. You should go back and read the archives. Better do it fast. One day, this whole blog is just going to be published and become a New York Time's number one best seller. And you can say you read it first.

Remember kids, one day 7 years from now when you walk into Barnes and Nobles and see "¿MyStiFied?" or "The Mystic" anywhere on a book... you better pick it up and see if i'm the author. Or else.