My phone blew up today.

I was trying to return my brother's phone call this afternoon when the screen on my phone went blank. I restarted it, only to see the blank screen again. I had no choice but to take the little shit to the Sprint store. I said to the chick who helped me, "Naw-aw, bitch. This time, it's YOUR shitty-ass phone's fault for breaking. I didn't drop it, nor swim with it, nor chuck it against someone's head. YOU fix it."

She couldn't. She said that my phone's completely fried, and the technician couldn't get anything off of it.

So they gave me this phone instead:

Woohoo! I'm a winner!

But. This means, that unless you put your number on Facebook or you're in ASR, I don't have your number anymore. So, GIMME! :D