...touched that
iPhone. I shouldn't have looked at the
internet with it. I should have resisted turning the thing on it's side... I should have never flipped through the photos. I should have never, never, never touched it because I know I don't want it...
...I don't want it right now. It's better to wait. It's prudent to wait. Apple is bad with first generation things. I know that. I know about the limitations of the edge network. I know the battery life foible. I know that it's about $400 more than a really expensive phone. Do I even make enough calls to justify $600? Can the cost be quantified in calls alone? What about freakin' directions and crap? See? I should have NEVER touched it! God!
And yet...
I need a new phone. I need a new
iPhone. Now every phone I see looks dumb and lame. But not as dumb and lame as MyPhone, the free jalopy that came with my service that doesn't even have a camera... that has a calendar as a major feature. Well, it
is nice to know what day it is.
Do you know what else MyPhone DOESN'T do? It doesn't show your friend's face when they call. It also DOESN'T have a speakerphone. And, you can't SEE your voicemail on it either. And while you CAN go on the internet with it, it sucks. It doesn't looks like the REAL internet. God. Furthermore, I hate that stupid iPhone song. I hate it. I can't get it out of my head. Can a song be smug? I think so!
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