This is certainly ironic since I lost my Blackberry 2 weeks ago (and yeah, the jerk who found it still hasn’t tried to find me):
I’m certain that the Blackberry I found in my gigantic red work bag belongs to someone who has a Tumblr as I hung out with Tumblr users on both Thursday and Friday. I discovered the T-Mobile Blackberry this morning just floating around with all of my stuff, and when I turned it on there was no mail in it, and no information in it to lead me to a name. There was also an error with the SIM card, so mabye it’s already been reported missing… Does this belong to anyone I was hanging out with? Hit me up: michelle [dot] deforest [at] gmail [dot] com
Aaaahh…the power of Web 2.0. Many thanks to you, sir.
awkwardisawesome:
“I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ‘til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.”
She speaks of love. More than love.
One day. I’m patient.
And not crazy.