VILE!

When I first got my phone, I treated it to a beautiful, shiny, clear Invisible Shield. I'm sure you've seen the kiosks in the mall. Usually run and operated by skinny jeaned, etnie-wearing, shaggy headed boys.

I figured it's been a year since I got my Blackberry, so it was probably due for a new shield. I'm extremely depressed to find out that I am a filthy, dirty girl. Exhibit A (see below):

Keep in mind, some of the pieces of the shield are stacked on each other, making them look darker.

I'm trying to convince myself that a large percentage of this filth is actually stained hair color. Crossing my fingers, really. That's sick.

You can be sure I'll be replacing my shield every few months now!

Thank you Emo boy for not spitting in my direction after viewing this display of disgust.