I really hate my cell phone but I can't get rid of it...
Because everytime it rings, my heart leaps up in my throat and for some reason I *always* think it's going to be horrible news: somebody was in an accident, the bank calling to ask why I charged a pimped out Escalade onto my VISA, the university calling to inform me that admitting me in the first place was a mistake.
Does that sound insane? I've been trying to think back of what horrible news I got on the phone that might've traumatized me but I can't!
Yeah, I'd be looking at me like that, too.
Because everytime it rings, my heart leaps up in my throat and for some reason I *always* think it's going to be horrible news: somebody was in an accident, the bank calling to ask why I charged a pimped out Escalade onto my VISA, the university calling to inform me that admitting me in the first place was a mistake.
Does that sound insane? I've been trying to think back of what horrible news I got on the phone that might've traumatized me but I can't!
Yeah, I'd be looking at me like that, too.