my cel phone was stolen. stollen? thieved. on sept. the forth. i don't know yo digits. my msn dont work. i have now way of radeoing or otherwise contacting yous. i feel lost, cold, and alone. out of the loop. please if you would look my ass up in the phone book and call me to make sure im still alive and to possibly drink forties that would be spledid. splenda? sweet n low. like brooke. what? over and out.