Just when I think things can’t get any more lonely, they do: I lost my fcuking cellphone on the journey home from Noir. 
I think I did it at the club, but we’ll see tomorrow. Until I replace the phone: no talky to Lynny. I’m sure thats a blessing for most.
(UPDATE: Sun. Sept 04) In a last futile attempt at finding my $270.00 phone, I struck out today. I took a few photos in the same spots as I did the other night. So, here they are!
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No talky to Lynny is not a blessing. And I was so close to calling you last night around 1:30am. Maybe you wouldn’t have lost your phone….doh!
Lynn- Look on the bright side: You got a little exercise, an unexpected sabbatical from the outside world, and some beautiful photos to remember the evening. Some peeps would pay good money for those thangs. Now, the only problem I have is with the photos. Where are the bums. It’s not the same without the bums. Bumless photos of Portland leave me feeling empty.
There were a lot of bums I could have taken pictures of under the Steel Bridge while the train went by. But I was using the noise of the passing train to be stealthy so the bums wouldn’t ask me for money or cigarettes. Then when I walked back to Noir, I didn’t haul my camera with me… I promise to take bums pics another evening though!
oh lynn, why didn’t you just get a ride home with me! just consider this like a redeemable anytime offer, if we’re at the same club, you have a ride home, ok?
I’m sure I’ll redeem that ticket at a future date, but you and Miky left early and I wanted to stay and dance, plus I really did intend on walking home anyway (it’s only just across the bridge), I just wish I hadn’t have lost my phone. [pout] Noir doesn’t have it, and no one answers it. So no idea where it is. Everyone feel free to call it 4062702343 and if someone answers: smite them with psychic powers of doom!!!
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