Whaaaaaaaaaaaa ..........................................................................t.
ohhhhhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyfreakin'GOD.
Whaddayameanyoucan'tfixmyphone??!!!!
*panic panic panic PANIC* ......... sudden escalation to full blown *PAAANNNNIIIIICC*
* breathe, breathe* Gotta 'member to breathe.
I don't care. I need my phone!
Stuff might be happening on Facebook/Twitter. Things that I don't know about.
* Likings * Sharings * Hashtags un#'d * Retweets going un-RT'd.
Emails, all the emails.
And ......Whatsapp. I can't, I WON'T pay for texts anymore.
Don't make me.
Some people, better people than I, say things like,
"Hey, enjoy the freedom. I find it soooooo liberating switching my phone off" or
"I would quite happily not have phone at all, blah blah blah".
Know what I say to them?
A big fat hairy PFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!
So, anyyyyyyyway, that was where we were, about a week ago.
It wasn't pretty.
An ancient Nokia was resurrected. And it stepped up. Valiantly.
Sweet Nokia, we both knew. We have outgrown one another.
Oh, we enjoyed our brief reunion. We reminisced over early predictive text sans Qwerty. We caught up over a game or 2 of Snake but it wasn't long before we knew we should leave the past in the past.
Dear Little Nokia, I know you will always be there for me, in a crisis. Till then, rest now.
Not one, much, to be beguiled by flashy good looks & whizz-bang doohickeys, I have fallen hook, line and Android-y sinker this time.
You had me at "*zzzzt* twing". (default opening tone of the S4)
It is a beaut but the whole New Phone Admin rigmarole is a bit of a bore though, isn't it? Or is that just me?
You know, changing your wallpaper, customising ringtones and notifications. That stuff.
Until I have that stuff sorted out it doesn't feel like my phone. Feels like I am wearing someone else's underwear.
I imagine.
Just not right.
Until I am telephonically organised:
I won't answer the damn device cos I won't recognise the ring AND
I will miss out on that excited feeling when I hear a FB 'chirp' or a Whatsapp 'squawk'
Crushingly, I might EVEN find myself rushing towards an Email 'ting' ('ting' for boring).
*********************************************************************************
From:
To:
BTW, it is a work in progress and the "Life Companion" isn't staying.
ohhhhhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyfreakin'GOD.
Whaddayameanyoucan'tfixmyphone??!!!!
*panic panic panic PANIC* ......... sudden escalation to full blown *PAAANNNNIIIIICC*
* breathe, breathe* Gotta 'member to breathe.
This is ok. You are ok.
C'mon, you aren't THAT person.
I am. I really really am.
I don't care. I need my phone!
Stuff might be happening on Facebook/Twitter. Things that I don't know about.
* Likings * Sharings * Hashtags un#'d * Retweets going un-RT'd.
Emails, all the emails.
And ......Whatsapp. I can't, I WON'T pay for texts anymore.
Don't make me.
Some people, better people than I, say things like,
"Hey, enjoy the freedom. I find it soooooo liberating switching my phone off" or
"I would quite happily not have phone at all, blah blah blah".
Know what I say to them?
A big fat hairy PFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!
So, anyyyyyyyway, that was where we were, about a week ago.
It wasn't pretty.
An ancient Nokia was resurrected. And it stepped up. Valiantly.
Sweet Nokia, we both knew. We have outgrown one another.
Oh, we enjoyed our brief reunion. We reminisced over early predictive text sans Qwerty. We caught up over a game or 2 of Snake but it wasn't long before we knew we should leave the past in the past.
Dear Little Nokia, I know you will always be there for me, in a crisis. Till then, rest now.
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Hellllooooooooooooooo, gorgeous new Samsung S4.
Not one, much, to be beguiled by flashy good looks & whizz-bang doohickeys, I have fallen hook, line and Android-y sinker this time.
You had me at "*zzzzt* twing". (default opening tone of the S4)
It is a beaut but the whole New Phone Admin rigmarole is a bit of a bore though, isn't it? Or is that just me?
You know, changing your wallpaper, customising ringtones and notifications. That stuff.
Until I have that stuff sorted out it doesn't feel like my phone. Feels like I am wearing someone else's underwear.I imagine.
Just not right.
Until I am telephonically organised:
I won't answer the damn device cos I won't recognise the ring AND
I will miss out on that excited feeling when I hear a FB 'chirp' or a Whatsapp 'squawk'
Crushingly, I might EVEN find myself rushing towards an Email 'ting' ('ting' for boring).
*********************************************************************************
4 Days In and I have claimed my phone territory thus:
From:
To:
BTW, it is a work in progress and the "Life Companion" isn't staying.
I still have the "life companion" on my phone. I kinda like it. I makes it seem more like a life partner than an object of obsession. I just hope he doesn't leave me like my last one (he committed suicide by jumping out of my pocket onto the concrete)
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