Oh how I knew this would happen.
I had refused to get a cell phone for many years. Up until New York, I was cell phone free and happily so.
I came back to Edmonton and I returned to my cell phone-free state. And happily so.
Then Vancouver happened. That’s when I needed a cell phone.
I loved it, walking, talking, yada yada yada. But I didn’t want a Blackberry.
I knew what would happen if I got one. I would never put it down. Why would you? Email, phone, internet, all in one place.
And it did. It happened. Just like I thought it would. I got one and now, it has become my right hand. I take it everywhere. I wake up next to it. It’s the first thing I check in the morning.
Crackberry indeed.
And the messenger feature – HELLO! How fucking awesome is that? Uber-Twitter rocks my world (thanks Josh).
He’s beautiful, my Blackberry and I love him.
4 comments:
"He’s beautiful, my Blackberry and I love him" implies that you and your Blackberry love ME. Thanks :)
Talk about a liberal interpretation.
Literal, not liberal. You clearly made a typo... or you're being coy?
I wouldn't know how to be coy.
Post a Comment