Well, for one thing, who trusts Telecoms? But you basically lay down with one when you sign that contract. You sign it basically knowing that you're going to get shafted, hoping that when the pain comes it's not too awful.

For another, internets on your phone is like 1994, only you know what it has the potential to become so you're that much more annoyed by... (remember that phrase?)... the World Wide Wait.

And, my Sim card just popped out of its little holder. I had to open up my expensive assed phone and discover that the cheapo locking mechanism that holds it in place is busted.

Oh yeah, and the guy who sold it to me charged me $50 more than suggested retail price. But I asked for it because I walked in there like a big spender. I'm learning never to do that.

Life was simpler when your phone was at your home, and if you weren't there when it rang, you never knew they called. Only the very rich and doctors had an 'answering service'.

yeah, the only green i saw in nyc (or in key west for that matter!) was what we brought with us. whassup with that? uptight east coast ain't got no weed.