Joy the Baker: semi unplugged
From one to many: a list.
One: the number of iPhones I own.
Two: the number of computers I have in my posession.
Zero: the number of power sources I have for those computers.
One: dead computer.
One: out of battery computer.
One: attempted iPhone blog post.
13: the number of bottles of wine I wish to drink right now.
Four: the number of bags if Doritos I would like to eat right now.
Zero: the number of sit-ups I would like to do, ever.
One Thousand Seven Hundred Ninty Nine: the number of dollars needed to buy the MacBook Pro I love.
Three: the number of times I’ve told myself to shut-it and be thankful for what I have. Geeez.
One kabillion: the number used to represent my love for my fancy phone.
57: the number of text messages sent on that phone today.
Twenty two: the number of today’s text messages that were about The Bachelorette.
1: the number of Honey and Beer Spice Cakes I’ve made today.
Tomorrow: when I’ll show you that dang cake instead of going on and on about my broken technology.
Almost two: the number if hours it took me to get this out.
19: the most likely number of typos in this post. I like you. My apologies.
Sent from my (douchey) iPhone.
Thank you Steve Jobs. Thank you.