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August 19, 2005

[it was the full moon] ^{5:29 PM}

I don't know why anyone ever asks to see my phone. It's just a phone. Not a camera phone, not a video phone, it cannot communicate with the space shuttle. In fact, my new phone (which needs only be a phone) has a color screen which in itself fascinates me. But my friend Darren asked to see my phone, I gave it to him, and then he started sending out booty texts.

One such text, went out to the ex. Mr. X.

And Mr. X wrote back.

And then later that night Mr. X and I talked, and then it was decided I would drive over...to relieve stress.

And then my car wouldn't start.

So I go back upstairs to find Darren (who I don't think I've ever seen sober) and do the "I need a heterosexual" plea. I can change a tire, no problem, but once you pop the hood I'm useless.

After a straight-from-a-sitcom phone call to the ex, my booty call was aborted and Darren and I were jumping my car. It started right away, and I drove around for a bit to let him charge up. Drove to the beach, drove to the drive-thru at Wendys, and then drove home. He worked fine.

My neighbor Amy asks me if I can run her on an errand, and I say "sure." And my car is dead again.

Addendum: When this first part of this story was relayed to Kev earlier today a new word was added to the lexicon. The word is Heterolodex, as in a listing of heterosexual friends to call upon during emergencies.

August 19, 2005

[it was the full moon] 5:29 PM

[it was the full moon] ^{5:29 PM}