Afghanistan. Figuratively.

So As of Late I have been trying to exercise more. And I think I have been successful, in the idea. Plus, I found [with the help of my co workers] a bike shop. This adorable man might be the answer I'm looking for.
If this bike is fixable, I will be able to [here goes my theories again] bike from Graham Road all the way to Genesee Street. Now. All I need to find is the bike routes.

And Afghanistan how?

Well. whathadhappenwas. So Beau and I had a tiff and all was ok right, I lost my phone in the snow and Schuyler has snow man. let me tell you. But the snow has melted and I haven't found my phone yet. Well. I found it. Parts of it. In the House. Under the Heater. So I am at a Dilemma. How should I confront him?

Normally I fight. I hit. I yell. I get crazy. But I do Not want to be that kind of person anymore. You could say I want to Ask God For The Answers. But normally I have amazing gut feelings. And I knew he Broke it. I knew it.

It is my link to the world. To my family. And I hurt because I am taking this pretty hard.

It's just a phone you puss. No. No it's not about the phone. That was an item of mine and he destroyed it. He destroyed me in a small sense. Oh you are just to attached to material things. well Sir. I feel we are at a draw then, because you have a different view about this than I do. I have gone through two phones with you, which you have broken. Broken sir by means of obliteration. Anger management might be in your future if you want this to work.

Am I just being silly?

oh Jesus. help.

For such a SunShining Day, My Sun went away Early.