Shhh, friends, come close. . .
I'm afraid there's not much time.
I think someone's caught wind of my Windows Phone and is trying to sabotage me.
My charger is no longer working, and my battery is CRITICALLY LOW.
I'm going to venture out tomorrow to look for a new charger for my Windows Phone.
I heard of a community that lives underground, somewhere out toward the Sunset -- a whole Mad Max meets Waterworld meets Caddyshack sort of vibe. I got the name of a guy from a dude I met at the park to see about for the charger. And a list of things his people need down there to help me barter: a yellow Anrgy Birds pillow, a case of 5-hour Energy shots, and a hand written YouTube link for a tutorial on how to play Far East Movement's "Fly Like a G6" on guitar.
Wish me luck.
If I can't find this charger, that may be it for me having a phone for awhile.
Then you'll just have to catch me on the internet, when I have wi-fi.
Or via old school channels: smoke signals, pigeons, FACE-TO-FACE interaction.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.