Daily Rantics

I swore I'd never had one. I mocked all that had one. I pointed fingers and called them conformists.

Perhaps in essence I tried to be a non-conformist by not having a crackberry, but in the end, ended up conforming to the ideals of a non-conformist? Whatever. I'm addicted.

SO I now have a crackberry, like millions on top of trillions of human beings floating around on the information highway. I also cancelled my home phone, because my blackberry has some talk thingie where if I'm near a wireless router (and can access it) I get free long distance and local calling. SO... it’s like my home phone...in my pockets.

Regardless, this is what my life has become. I'm completely connected to the internet 24/7, my friends, black berry messenger, msn, facebook. Always.

It’s kind of insane but as you all know, insane has always suited me well.

The crackberry is still smarter than me, I find myself giggling because I figured out how to set my Motorola ear piece to connect to my crackberry, or when I get a bb message. OR how I totally have brick fighter on my phone and I might have spent 45 minutes this morning kicking major block-age ass... but that’s not your business, hah.

The worst part of this escapade will be explaining to my mother that I now have a cell phone that is smarter than I am, and that I spent money to get it, and that she now has to call me on it. This will be a treat. I guess she’ll figure out when she calls my home phone and it tells her that I have a new number, HAH.
Oh my.
Let the insanity begin.