This is the bane of existence. It's called the Samsung SCH-u740, which doesn't make a difference to anyone. [Just a side note, if you're like me and are an extreme snob when it's comes to cellphones, anything that doesn't have a cool trendy name is going to be a plastic, outdated..well, piece of shit?] Listen. My hands are tiny and it is LITERALLY impossible for me to push the 'p' button on this phone. And also, anyone who types at a WPM speed of..you know, 5 will want to commit suicide. Instantly. Gah.
In three years when I want to reminisce on my blogger days and reread this post, I have no doubt that I'm absolutely going to hate myself for being so spoiled, but it's really fine with me. In a world filled with expensive sports cars and mansions and $1,000 designer bags..is a Droid 2 really too much for a girl to ask for? ]:
Ps, don't even get me started on the Droid 2 R2D2. Oh, Lord.
WELL POOP. Putting my anguish on hold for a minute, here are some pikachu's from a recent adventure to Descanso Gardens Nikita and I took!
I guess that would be all. See you, Space cowboy.
WAITPS: BioShock is my reason for existing, I predict, during the month of October. I don't mind that I'm three years late. ONWARD, my plasmids are tingling.
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