So, I ordered a rather pricey cellphone last week, with a color screen, downloadable tunes, the works. And, of course, today my cellphone came in the mail, and they botched up my order and it's completely the wrong one - this rinky-dink, scratched up piece of crap without any instructions and a regular screen and bad ring tones and with a battery that won't hold a charge and that's worth but a small fraction of the price I paid for it.
And I couldn't be happier.
This is the gods missing their mark, you see. Early tomorrow, I'm leaving for NYC to pick up my new car, and instead of fucking that up, like they fucked up all the other ones, the powers that be have missed and fucked up my phone, and I'd rather have them do that any day. Tomorrow, this car will be absolutely perfect, and it will drive like a dream, and the transaction will go smoothly, and all will be wonderful.
