Potty monster

It's like when you are doing something so stupid and you just cant seem to stop yourself doing it anyway...and then you keep doing it all day...and then all night...willing yourself to stop damnit!  Also along those lines, as of the last few months i have been putting my phone in my back pocket.  Honestly I blame the sadistic pig who created women's jeans, why the fuck would you think pockets that small make any god damn sense you god damn fetus?   Regardless every time I sit to relieve my strangely small and impatient bladder, be I slightly buzzed the instance in question or not, my phone, a new Droid mind you, tries ever so hard to slip out of my pocket and into the toilet when I stand up.  Every time I am all like "Riann, girl, you gotta stop doing that because your phone is going to fall right into that toilet", which I thankfully just cleaned yesterday.  Well as you guessed that frightful day has come, after drinking two giant twisted teas (it was one of those days), between games of halo I squabble off to the lou.  I sit down and all is well, I do my business and all is well, but I stand up and all is well...but, the damned xbox controller falls off my lap and when I bend to pick it up everything goes down the drain...no pun intended. "plunk" Instantly my brain is like "fuckinggoddamnedbitchasssluts" of course its my phone.  Long, sad, disgusting story and seven hours later my phone is still like "fuck you Riann ha!" so alas the main result: boredom and blogspot, although it has been years.  Thank god for the internet.  So now as I sit in front of my computer for hours hoping someone with message me because life is that jobless and sad.  Sigh...I'm sure I will something much better to complain about tomorrow. ttfn