I am the dumbest mf to walk the face of the planet. My dad shipped me a Google Pixel; the phone he has been using since it’s introduction in October 2016.
When it arrived I was hella excited, but I decided to garner patience and wait until my phone case and screen protector arrived to turn the phone on and begin daily use of it. I did however take it out of the box and look at it. My father had the screen replaced under warranty before he sent it to me. What do I go and do with this brand new device? This phone which I am excited about! Well as soon as I found the little tool to remove the sim card tray, I proceeded to remove, and inevitably lose the sim card tray. I am suspecting I lost the tray on Saturday when the phone arrived, and I did not realize my folly until Monday evening; last night. Why I live a life of oblivious stupor I will never know. I am sure I’ll die in a fire, since that’s what I deserve. How do I consider myself an educated individual if I go losing a sim card tray? Clearly the phone is meaningless to me, or I would be paying attention to things as such. So here I sit. Wishing I could be using my phone, but instead I have to…hunt for a sim card tray?
I recently found out my birthday, June 22nd, is represented in Tarot by The Fool; at least according to the Birthday book at the front desk of the hostel. What a fucking travesty. The Fool. Here I was, walking around feeling like the Hanged Man, and I am the Fool! I should have known. Interesting enough, I just Googled ‘June 22 tarot,” and thanks to tarot.com I have discovered I was born on the “cusp of magic.” Oh yay. However odd, this page does describe me pretty well. I definitely don’t believe in astrology, but I will say the argument is more convincing than Christianity.
Also, Happy Birthday Dad. I’m late to the punch with that though.