Cell phones are like a drug addiction. I staved off getting a cell phone or pager until I was in my late twenties. Yes, I'm serious. For a very long time, I felt that I just didn't ever need to be that reachable. Times change. Responsibilities change. Blah blah blah. So I spent a few hours yesterday wrestling switching phone numbers and phones to get ready for the number port to my RIM mobile device (pictured above). Enterprise email to the hip. Just what everyone needs. Oye!
My sister drove into town last night, so we're relaxing at the house this morning. The day looks wonderful, but it smells like rain. I hope my olfactory judgment is wrong this afternoon.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
lmao.
it had to be done… comes with the job yo
I’ve been wondering about those little gizmos, but I’m electronically challenged so I’ll probably stick with my Nokia cell phone. I did, at least, step up and get the new one with the color screen and the multi-tones, or whatever they called it. God, I need a nap.
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