argh.
after at least a year of resisting 'em, and scoffing at people who have 'em and talk at 'em- on the bus and the street and in my face-
"WHERE ARE YOU? WHICH END OF THE PARK? BUT THERE ARE FOUR CORNERS!"
lady, shut the fuck up!
-now I have a goddamn cell phone.
it's the free ugly phone, but it'll serve its purpose, I suppose, which is probably just to annoy me.
I love/hate/love/hate it already.