I've been detesting my cellphone for sometime now... I hate that I'm so contactable, I hate that everytime someone calls on his/her time, I have to pick it up and talk to that person, regardless whether or not it fits into my schedule. I hate it when people expect me to be on my cellphone's beck and call and ask me why I didn't pick up phone. Its like a fucking electronic leash... ring and you got me. I hate it when I'm leaving the house and I can't find the darn phone. I can usually hear the battery of the phone dying just at that point - it sounds like a gay cricket who's just met Barbara Streisand. And just before you can find it, the battery goes flat out.
More than a month ago, I dropped my phone. Not on purpose, it was just one of those things that happen when you're bored out of your wits at the meeting and you're trying to entertain yourself by seeing if your cellphone can spin on the tip of your index finger...(yes I was really bored). Anyway, so it dropped for the millionth time but this time a small piece of the corner actually came off. Crap. There was a friggin hole in my phone. Thankfully I managed to find that little piece and its been secured back in place with sticky tape ever since. I'm not complaining. Hey the phone still works, I'm still on this electronic leash, no issue. Yeah right, until mr sticky tape fails me too and now the corner is officially missing. My phone has a hole in it. Now I have no choice but to get a new one. Darn it. Now I have to pay for a new electronic leash.
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