Completely, utterly, and simply my motto
for the last few weeks.
Literary tattoo potential, maybe?
It all began on Saturday night, after an awesome night with my babes and bros (my friends bands Driver Side Impact and American Living - check them out, they both seriously rule - played a show together) Once we got back to my dudes' place, we found out that my best bro friend's Macbook Pro was stolen from his bedroom. Buzz kill. Sunday was not much fun either, as my Blackberry decided to fry itself, taking all of my contacts and my life that is in my phone along with it. Totally crushed, I sped away to the nearest Verizon, the cell phone ER, and begged for help. The bad news? My phone was definitely in a coma. The good news? I was soon to have peace and quiet for the next four days. Life's not all that bad without a cell phone, after all. Liberating? Definitely. Inconvenient? You have no idea.
Once I settled down from the fact that I completely lost contact with hundreds of people, most of which I will never be able to speak to again, my mother handed me my mail from the day before. Two notices from court. Now, we won't get into any specifics, but let's just say that I need to take some serious memory enhancer pills, because one minor slip up in my mental agenda, and my license was instantly ripped from my possession. Poof! Just like that. Not to mention I had a warrant out for my arrest because of my forgetfulness. You'd think I was selling straight Columbian cocaine on the streets of Harlem with what I got slammed with in a matter of twenty four hours.
I could easily blame my misfortunes on 2010, saying how much it "sucks already". I like to go on an alternate route. I like to think that I'm learning my lessons way early. Now that I've got myself back on track and only six days into the new year, I can now officially say that things can only look up from here, right?
I've been spending the last three hours trying to get my Blackberry back to "normal". Your Blackberry becomes your life. My calendar becomes my husband. My notepad becomes my permanent to-do list and idea pad. My alarm clock becomes my lifeline for work. OpenBeak (Twitter) becomes my boredom cure for any given moment. And my GPS becomes my life's direction when I'm anywhere outside of my realm at all. As sad as it is, my phone has become my eleventh finger, my second hand, my other half, if you will. Four days without it was definitely an inconvenience, but the peace factor was overwhelmingly ... well ... peaceful.
Today I feel heliotrope, which is a deep purplish hue; still kind of mellow and somber, and just soaking it all in. Letting it kind of fade away.
Current Listen: Keep It Simple - Anthony Hall (Look this dude up on YouTube. His style blows my mind. You can't not be in one of those tap-your-foot, happy moods when you listen to one of his songs.)
