Between the day I lost my phone and the day if the now-infamous MySpace picture you will get to see in the next section, Vanessa played the roll of concerned friend very well. Here are some parts of our conversations from my GAIM logs: That Sunday:
(22:51:33) Vanessa: U got ur fone bak hun
(22:54:08) Vanessa: ?
(22:55:51) Belmin: dont wanna talk about my phone
(22:56:04) Vanessa: Ewww
(22:56:10) Belmin: sorry
(22:56:22) Vanessa: U got a new one
(22:56:38) Belmin: lol im not rich
(22:56:53) Vanessa: U dunt have a fone
(22:57:01) Belmin: nope
(22:57:09) Vanessa: Y
(22:57:14) Belmin: cause im poor ha
(22:57:28) Belmin: im hoping someone grabbed it drunk
(22:57:35) Belmin: and will notice like sometime
(22:57:48) Vanessa: Lol
(22:58:33) Vanessa: I hope so too
Grr...