Regardless, there's one thing I cannot stand for ever. There is almost never a time when it's okay. I'll reach the poor of near violence if you do it, and you might not live to see the resolution.
Don't take my phone.
I assure you that I have killed better men for less.
Not really. But I like to pretend that I have. I'm pretty small and not likely able to be all that dangerous.
But, like, a little.
I don't like to feel like people can't get to me. I don't like to feel like I'm isolated. I need to have access to information all the time. I've been that way for my whole life. I don't like to watch DVDs when I can watch TV because if there's breaking news, it will be on the television.
My husband thinks it's cute to take my phone and see me flip a shit.
It's not cute. It's never cute.
He hates that I'm so attached to my phone. I don't necessarily like it, but if rather have it then have the ensuing panic attack that comes from not having it.
Sue me. I'm a spazz.
A spazz who HATES feeling disconnected.
As always, it's hip to be square (and spazzy!), kids.