I ruined my favorite phone ever.
I was driving and threw up into a paper bag, which then fell through the bottom of the bag all over my lap, which is where I had my phone.
Cheese and crackers may or may not have had something to do with it.
Let's not get into that though.
Instead, let's talk about how fancy I feel with a new phone.
I was very sad to have to upgrade.
I am way too cool to care about how lame I look when I busted out my flip-phone.
Plus, I really don't want to become one of those people who is more concerned with their phone than with the life that surrounds them.
I got the iPhone 4 from Verizon. It was Free with a 2 year contract.
I didn't necessarily want an iPhone but it is psychologically impossible for me to pay for something when I can get it for free.
I barely know how to use it and I probably won't learn anytime soon. I am too busy bug-hunting with Cryin' Ryan.
I feel so fancy I might even wear deodorant tomorrow.
P.S. The second Jake realized I had an iphone, he sent me a pic of his turd. I literally threw up.
I hate that guy.