If it's possible to fall in love with a mobile phone, then this one has achieved. Sad yes, crazy....no. I am now betrothed to my W995 Sony Erricson. It does everything I want...and more. That's right charaa....more. In the form of a bouncing elvis and a pedometer but hey it plays wma files and as lond as I don't have to convert them I'm perfectly happy. (Plus I can now wake up to a radio...oh god I'm becoming my grandmother)

How I stepped into this love affair with technology is a long story, and as I have nothings else to tell's you, I shall tell's you this once more. And just for my brother I shall try to add my own wity little anecdotes, as she has already heard this story.

It all started on a cold and dreary day (yesterday) when the winds were blowing in a trecherous storm and the sky had turned black (well grey...and not so much a storm, more drizzle.) I had just finished a lengthy slog of English Literature (2 hrs) and had hopped onto a bus with my new pal Hannah and former Bassalegian Megan. We chatted and smiled in order to ignore the blistering wind buffeting against the side of the bus (we went over speed bumps) and then at last my stop arrived. I got off, I dashed through the torrents and arrived home only to discover my beautiful vintage sony erricson (K610i) had vanished from my pocket and frantically I rang and rang until some oaf did piketh it up and turn it off (phone got nicked, me sad and peeved). My mother arrived home to find me in a state of lunacy (I was eating a cheese and pickle sandwhich) and when I told her my tale of woe we rushed to town and searched before finally giving in, my soul devoured by pain (I kicked what I thought was a loose brick and stubbed my toe).

Now we begin to hunteth down a new tomorrow (phone) and for this reason we did enter the shop that has 4 u a phone. (we went to phones 4 u.) here a plumpish wizard with many sparkly idols and puzzling incantations (a manager with lots of models and specs..this is beginning to sound like a Bill Bailey story, what am I on?) offered us a new and shimmering phone, one that comes with the net of inter and fi of wi. But then he becameht busy and upon his naves he did rest his offer and twas up to me to picketh...or so it seemed. Bald was one and wise with years, the other young with eyes of........oop sorry lost in the memory.....ur, he had eyes and hair (he was daaaaaaam fine ). "Which of my knaves may make you a sale fair maiden?" asked the wizard. And as if by magic ones arm did raise and I pointed to the one with eyes.....cough.

Long story short five minutes later I realised I wasn't actually supposed to pick and somehow I ended up with the bald one as well. Something to do with the hot one not knowing about the phone...isn't it always the way. Mother dearest wants me to ask him out, she's given me an age limit of 23. 23? with my flirtation levels? you've gotta be kidding, last boy to say he likes me was 7 years old!

Chou for now sweet bella!

P.S. rofl my mood.