When people tell you that you practically live with, in and at your phone, you have to take them seriously because it might be true. I didn’t when I first heard someone say that to me but now that the phone practically outserved its purpose, I changed my mind.
I can say that I cannot believe something this small could do so much but hell, the line could be outdated. Phones can be equated to robots anyway. They can call, text, tell you you have a call coming, tell you you might as well kiss your social life goodbye once the batteries are dead, and they vibrate (funny how that can be significant). They can replace any secretary. They might as well replace the typical human being. Human partners, anyone? Fuck I’d get one.
The unit was given by my mom last year for my birthday and the orange exterior and walkman features took my breath away as much as the sight of a hot guy in a tight shirt.
A phone is an extension of my being. Everything that happens in my life – the phone always has something to do with it. If my day sucks, blame it on the phone. The reason why my beau hasn’t been looking for me – because his messages aren’t on my inbox. Why I had a great time last Saturday was because I hooked up with someone.
::The phone. Make me. Break me.::
Oh, how I love that the keypads, though silver and titanium, are already faded. It represents how much it has been used. I like that the sides have scratches on them which I’m pretty sure those sides have seen a lot of floors. Normally, something good has someone heaping praises at it – before it dies out. Aaahh… What eulogy. People, hint hint. Its time. Its time for me to get a brand, new cellular phone. One with 3.2 Megapixel. 4 GB of memory. 2000 contacts. I’m having a coronary thinking about it.
Anyway, my phone is still working… so if you text or call and I don’t reply, it’s either I’m asleep or I’m working or I like you but I’m avoiding you because we’d end up texting nonstop or I don’t like you period. I always manage to text back right away even at 6pm and I text back only with my right eye open or call you back with the speaker on my nose.
If I don’t, *conk*.