My roommate broke her controller, and her is how she did it.
1. She intentionally took it apart with a screwdriver.
2. She lost a few pieces and broke a few pieces. Not intentionally.
3. She couldn’t get it back together. Predicted.
4. She asked us if we could head out to the pawn shop, and then Wal-Mart.
We obliged and didn’t give her crap, because she had made more of an effort than I would’ve, and she had nothing better to do than game. We didn’t want her to implode.
I just hope that she would do that for me if my DS spontaneously combusted. (Combusted should be a word. And same with texted.)
Another note, roommate and I have been watching the Secret Life of the American Teenager. It’s cute. But there is an episode where people are deemed insane if they have ever been to therapy. I must equal a whole psych ward to those teenagers, and I must be a whole hoot of crazy with all of the therapy I’ve had. 🙂
Thank you for reading, and have a nice day. 🙂