As someone notoriously behind the times, I realize getting a Blackberry is no big deal to you Jetsons, but I bought my first one on Saturday and I couldn't be more amazed by this awesome technology. The full alphabet is available on this thing, with all of my e-mail accounts showing up like text messages and a camera with a flash...my God!
But there's a downside to my new device. Usually, the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning is the joy I take in running to my laptop and checking my e-mail. It's not like the in boxes are all that interesting, mostly filled with penis enlargement ads and those bitches at Oxfam asking for more money. But you never know. There could always be that rogue surprise, anonymous blog comment or missive from a lost long love, dramatically detailing the ways in which no other woman can ever compare.
Okay, I'm still waiting on that last one, but my point is, my little handheld's got all that shit and I don't have to move from the fabric softened coziness of my Ikea sheet set. My wide-eyed, childlike enthusiasm of every morning being Christmas morning is over because the second some douche call me a bitch on the internet is the second I get to read about it.
I guess growing up ain't all it's cracked up to be...