You broke your iPhone 4 already?!?

I don't know why I ride around with my iPhone on my lap like it's a pistol. Nor do I know why I hop outta my 'blasian' like I'm hopping out of a Maserati. Either way, it was a combo of both of those that led me to cracking the shit outta my iPhone 4.

You poor little white girl

When I put her back together I felt like a proud father, I couldn't stop smiling! But that smile wiped off of my face really quickly when I realized that my touch screen didn't work. I was hella worried because I saved the sim card holder for last and I couldn't push it back in the iPhone because ribbon connector was in the way. Figuring my problem would be as simple as just opening her back up and checking the connections, I saved it for later that night.

I open it up later and check my connections and I get the sim card in there and close her up and I get nothing. After several failed attempts and it's refusal to turn back on, I was convinced I had bricked my iphone. It seems I had bent a (very sensitive) connector and that can ruin the whole screen/digitizer display.

So all day today I was feeling sick to my stomach knowing that I fucked my iphone up and now I had to either find this raggedy ass Blackjack and use it or be on the hunt for another 16 gig iphone (I can't go back to 8 gigs). The thing that made it so bad was that the screen repair itself was a success and I had this brand new screen on a fucked up iphone.

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.