My phone just sent sixty text messages with the same text to my friend, for no reason I can see. And it's late, and the original message wasn't meant for her, so she was confused. I apologized profusely, as sixty - literally sixty - repeating text messages at an ungodly hour is never appreciated.I am now viewing my phone with a large dose of fear. It may be possessed. And not in the good way. In other news, the Oscars made me fairly happy this year. My stomach hurts, and I'm going to sleep. If you get any strange texts, it's my phone, and Satan has my phone number.- LV
Sunday, February 24, 2008
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