I smashed my cellphone with a hammer to demonstrate the oppressive nature of comercialism as well as technology's increasingly invasive role within humanity.

Sadly, no one was around to see the statement, so I had to order a new one.

But I got a new Sony Ericsson p910, which was $700, but it has a 1 megapixel camera, 256 mb flash card for playing music and bluetooth. It's fucking awesome!

i don't have one either...try as they might these companies will never improve on the carrier pigeon

I have nightmares/wet dreams about how in the future everyone has a fist sized tumor growing out of their head that at some point attaches directly to the cellphone.

People without the tumor are considered weird and unimportant.

I love chattin on my new toy!

Most of the time it pisses me off, but occasionally you get to hear really entertaining little snippets of conversations. Yesterday I walked past a guy in front of a garage in my very residential neighborhood saying "if i have to pay $200 then i have to pay $200 but you tell that fucking crack whore that I've got her coke." (It's possible that to fully appreciate this you'd need to see just how residential the neighborhood is...) Also, since I had no reading material on the bus, I spent most of the ride listening to a guy talking to another guy who I think he used to be in group therapy with. Which is at least a little more interesting than the usual "uh uh he didn't! what did you say? what did he say? uh uh he DIDN'T!" crap.

I smell a Cronenberg film!