05.30.06 - 10:06 a.m.

At my house (Kitten Vista?) we have white phones in our bedrooms, and one black portable for everywhere else. The white phones barely work, so we're always passing around blacky. The base sits in the same room as some second storey glass doors, where everything is bathed in light. It almost seems like some crazy matter of reception is at work here... like our bedrooms are too insular and removed from the world to receive communications. Sometimes I feel it.

When I think about it, though, none of the white phones in my life have really worked.

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