I am starting to think that my phone has a mind of its own.
I went to call my voicemail to see if any poor souls could make it past my cruel greeting and dare leave a message. My voicemail told me my number is no longer in service.
As I heard that my phone beeped and I got a text message.
Okay.
That makes sense.
I hate Verizon.
I also hate them for charging me for a new enV when I had mailed the broken one in. Unless they want to pay the almost $400 charge, I suggest they get rid of it before I walk my ass down to the mall (and that's about .... a two hour walk for me) and punch all the workers in the face.
I want a new service. Verizon can just go to hell. It can become bffs with KFC, who is already in hell.
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