So my phone fell and cracked the screen to nothingness! And no it wasn't my son, though that would have made for a better story, it was all me... I couldn't have been bothered to talk with the phone to my ear so I had it on loud speaker on my lap and it did a swift twirl to the floor face first! BloodClat!!!!! Now it's a death trap! Can barely type on the thing without running the risk of cutting my fingers to shreds, and ultimately risking my life by bleeding to death! This comes only moments after which I had passed a photo to my friend of a lady, who had drowned her ex's apple products in a tab for cheating on her... I'm talking iPhones, MacBook, Apple TV, the works! And I was rejoicing at how that would give me unequivocal satisfaction given the situation. Oh Welp! So now I'm paying for the sins of my imagination! Or or or... It could be a sign from the phone gods telling me it's time to upgrade my phone...I mean it's 2015! Whoever keeps a phone for over two years!? I choose the latter. I therefore obediently and diligently went online shopping for my next phone, well that's bullshit, it's obviously going to be an iPhone so really it's only a matter of taking a drive to the store... But what I was doing online was lusting over a custom iPhone. Ever heard of SmartCustomKe, no? Well honey, get with it! The hook up is cray! Needless to say there's this matte black iPhone 6 that is giving me sleepless nights. May the phone gods grant my wishes! Amen!
Ps if you don't read from me in a while, I may be dead! Slashed to death by a fragment of my phone's cracked screen. In which case I shall see you on the flip side. That's assuming heaven is your soul's destination too.
Xoxo
Yours Truly,
WarshKaris.
