losing my jesus...

i freely and openly admit that my cell phone is like a child to me. i am a cell phone junkie and have no problem with that.

except one: i lose my cell about once a week and it sends me into OHSHITWHERETHEHELLDIDIPUTITOHMYGAWTI'MGONNADIEIFIDON'TFINDITSOONANDVERYSOONWHATIFSOMEONEEMAILEDMEOROHSHITWHATIFSOMEONELEFTACOMMENTONMYBLOG mode. for those of you that don't speak Freakout, here's a translation: "oh shit where the hell did i put it? oh my gawt i'm gonna die if i don't find it soon and very soon! what if someone emailed me? or, oh shit, what if someone left a comment on my blog?!"

and guess what? today is biddy loses her shit and her cell phone day. i had a terrible horrible no good very bad day at work. apparently, i woke up on the wrong side of the bed a whole hot 12 minutes before i was supposed to be at work (and yes, i made it on time). my super cute new hairdo would do absolutely NOTHING for me in the time alotted so it looked like total shit all day. oh and did i mention it was humid and hot as fuck so my hair was also a frizzy fro? i had crap for breakfast (weight watchers key lime cheesecake. great taste, awful texture). the coffee burned my lip and a certain someone at work pissed me off and hurt my feelings all at the same time.

and that all happened before 9:15 a.m.

needless to say, i was in a shit-tastic mood all day.

and to top it all off? i got to spend the evening with my family.

so, rewind a little bit. when i left work, i got in my car and called Friend. So, i know my cell isn't sitting on my desk at work (damnitt). i was going to go straight to my aunt's house from work but then found out we weren't eating till 7 so i decided to go home and attempt to do something with my hair.

so. that pretty much means my phone has to be in the car, in my house, or somewhere between the driveway and front door. right?

after sending myself numerous text messages (thank you sprint online) and having poor juliet call it a million times (i don't have a home phone) while i turn over every surface in my house and perform acrobatics to get under every seat in my car, i still have no fucking clue as to where my GDMF phone is. now, it's in no way a great phone. in fact, it's a piece of shit. but it's my piece of shit with 300+ phone numbers and my text messages and my pictures and my videos and my awesome ringtones and my games and birthdays in the calendar and reminders! oh shit the reminders set in my phone! and my phone is my alarm clock! FUCK!

so, i'm going to bed now. and i'm going to cry. because that's the only thing i can possibly do at the end of a terrible horrible no good very bad day.

p.s. if you know my number, feel free to call it repeatedly until someone, ANYONE answers.