Last night I had my weekly physical therapy appointment (yes, my back is still a mess, and probably always will be, but if you think that's going to stop me from wearing heels, you're sorely mistaken). I was setting up my appointment for next week with the receptionist when I realized, to my horror, I left my blackberry at work. This wouldn't be such a big deal if my blackberry were not my phone, but I was phoneless. In Uptown (those of you in Chicago...feel free to gasp in horror).

Somehow I managed to make it out of the land of methadone clinics and popeye's chicken franchises without needing to dial 911. When I came in to the office this morning (for an 8am conference call...on a FRIDAY), I checked my phone and saw that I had 6 missed calls:

1. Booty Call*
2. Booty Call*
3. Mom
4. BCBG informing me of a Sale
5. Girlfriend
6. Booty Call*

I'm so glad BCBG left a message.

*Please let it be known that the three booty calls were all the same guy (I'm not THAT much of a hussy). He's persistent (and likely intoxicated). I'm sorry, dude.

Posted by TheTrixie at 7:25 AM

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