Oooops!

I was in CVS/Walgreens/Eckerd picking up some photos and 'whitey' fell on the hard tile ground. The sales associate and I watched as it fell in slow-mo and the cracks ripped through my screen. Suprisingly I didn't get mad or anything I just said...

'fuck.'

I look at my iphone and I don't even give a fuck about it anymore, because the only options I have at my disposal are..

1.) Use the 'blackjack 2'

(I went into wendy's and as I'm coming up to the counter to order the chick is like...

'did you lose your phone somebody turned it in?'

Me: ........ yes.... yes, I did.

*as she reaches down I'm thinking to myself, I know this girl is gonna hand me a iPhone! and I was kinda disappointed when she handed me a Blackjack 2*)

I don't wanna use the blackjack for a couple of reasons. The main one is because I'm toying with the idea of giving it back BUT at the same time I'm like 'fuck that' because I know damn well if I left my iPhone somewhere I might as well 'charge that shit to the game' so why the fuck does she get a pass? Plus I don't want any other phone, I want my fucking iphone!

2. Pay $299 to let a nerdy hipster 'genius' fix it.

Fuck that shit I'm already getting raped monthly with these shitty ass plans.

3.) Pay about $120-150 and ship my phone off to get it fixed by any number of companies... I feel the same way about doing that, as I do this van.

I want my iphone fixed just like I want some delicious candy, but do I want to take that risk.

Plus I don't/can't want to be away from my iphone for that long.

4.) Spend $89 and fix it my damn self. I did work around avionics in the navy so I mean I can do this right....

I ordered the parts and they hopefully should be here by the end of the week.