Or: ‘A blog for my boyfriend’
Or: ‘The iphone: Without it, I would be Dead on the floor.’
I wanted to take an entirely unwarranted moment and tell you much I freaking love my iphone. I love it. I love it. My iphone drove Steve and I to Maryland and told us where the Goodwills were. My iphone shows me where I can go to the bathroom and / or buy things. With it, I am constantly connected to everyone I know, and even a few people I don’t, and can neurotically check my email 10 times a minute. I know where I am, what I am doing, and where I am going. Were I app crazy (which I have yet to be) I could also know how long it would take me to get there. I could also count calories, have a light saber, keep track of funds.
In summation, I LOVE MY iPHONE and can’t picture life without it. Why, were I to return to a normal phone, I would feel ripped back to days of yore, when we wore cats as shoes. And brushed our teeth rarely, with rocks.