At The Mercy of Technology

If I never call you again, BLAME MOTOBLUR!

After somehow managing to delete 90% of my contacts the other day, I had a moment of clarity: My cell phone runs my life. There; I admitted it. I’m nobody’s b*tch, but my phone has more influence over me than most pimps have over any whore in his or her stable. If something bad happens to me, I know 911 and maybe 3-4 other phone numbers by heart. Should I ever get arrested, I really hope Mom or Grandma pick up the phone. Otherwise, I’m in trouble!

I thought my contacts would have been saved on MotoBlur, but as of this writing, I have not been able to find & restore them. I should have never trusted “the cloud” to keep track of my personal information. I feel kind of stupid, as if I left my front door open and expected the alley cat who uses my flower bed as a litter box to guard the place. I probably deserved to learn this hard life lesson: Never fully trust anyone or anything! Even family! Cut the deck before dealing your hand!

Just kidding about that last part. Kind of. I’m still cutting the deck at the next family game of spades. Not that I think my loved ones cheat. I’m just saying…

Making the fingers-from-my-eyes-to-your-eyes gesture

To all the friends and family whose numbers I lost; please hit me with an email or on Facebook with your info again. I’m going to the T-Mobile store to go ruin someone’s Friday evening over this, but just in case that doesn’t help my situation, it would be nice to be able to speak to you all on the phone at some point in life. To all the ex girlfriends whose numbers I lost, if we have not transitioned to “friend” or “can be in the same room with no type of drama” status yet, then you can consider this closure. God apparently doesn’t want us to know each other exists anymore!

To everyone else, if you’ve lost your contacts through MotoBlur before, please feel free to share your stories and any advice you can give on recovering them. Thanks in advance.

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