I have had a piece of shit phone for two years. By piece of shit I mean, turns off while I’m talking, butt dials my boss while I’m at the bar (true story), generally evil. So, when it came time to get my upgrade yesterday, I decided that I deserved an iPhone. That’s right—deserved. I’m a little behind the curve on stuff usually, so in case anyone reading this is 60 years old, angry birds is the shit. My six year old seriously had to be like MOMMY THE BLACK ONE EXPLODES, TAP IT!!! I had to google how to make the phone silent—it’s one of the 4 prominent buttons...Yea. I also walked around my house for wayyyy too long with the level app. But by far, the coolest thing about the coolest phone ever? Playing Pandora in my car. I seriously want to punch myself in the face for not having a phone this cool previously. I love it so much. It got its own pillow in my bed last night.
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