Before you get your hopes up, I’m not an amatuer drug dealer. Math? Yeah, right. Math is a bag of dicks and I will have no part in it when not necessary. Or when completely necessary. Ugh. This is so not a story about any of THAT, more about my “burner” phone I use currently for all my “adult-chat-host” duties. (fyi, BURNER: a prepaid cellphone to be used for “dealings” of sort for a temporary amount of time, minutes maybe, and then disposed of….you narc.) A couple months ago I got my mobile with a sort of plan. I have no idea! Anyway, I spent a good hour of my time, “precious moments type shit” of time, by the effing way, trying to pay my bill ON TIME. I fussed with it so much my credit card was forced to wait 24 hours for any more online action. See, I would expect this shit if I was paying for something super stupid or super late, but I was actually being 28 about this situation! So during this 24 hour break I got a text from the phone people that my service was going to be interrupted. No. No dice, amigo. This was the previous evening, Tuesday, so Wednesday I had the only option of going into Walmart and pay a cashier or some shit. As I am writing this it is sounding like a tainted STONEYBOLOGNA event, trust me, so not. Although I wish I had been baked as I shouted my phone number out loud in a crowded customer service center for the 15th time, which oddly enough makes you start delivering the number in question form. At one point she was telling me my number. Now since I had previously spent my frustrated curses at technology at home I calmly watched these two women lose their minds trying to figure this payment thing out. We actually moved the problem from the register to one of the woman’s own personal cell phone. (Which now that I think back on it, was showing off, Walmart bitch.) Stupid story short, I bought a completely new phone. And wouldn’t you know it, the set up was fucking intense! An hour later I was content though. *bows* The end? Just playin, end. Oh, and if you are looking for a drug dealer and find one, TELL EM, BELMONPAR IS LOOKIN’ FOR SOME WEEEEEED! HA HA HA HA HA! Thanks.