I’m the Prize Idiot

Written by Emma on January 29th, 2005

I washed my phone.

I washed my fucking phone.

Somehow, I washed my fucking phone.

Somehow, I put my laundry in the washer, and I washed my fucking phone.

Somehow, I put my jeans in the laundry, put my laundry in the washer, and I washed my fucking phone.

Somehow, I left my phone in my pocket, put my jeans in the laundry, put my laundry in the washer, and I washed my fucking phone.

I washed my phone. It’s dead.

I feel like a prize fucking idiot. God, I am incompetent.

And before any of you get on my back, it’s not the loss of the phone I’m pissed about, it’s my stupid, thoughtless, oblivious, zoned-out, actions that I’m pissed at.

Like so many people have told me throughout my life, ‘Why don’t you just THINK Emma?!’

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