So, my beloved crackberry finally bit the dust last night. We were on a drive together and I took a corner too fast and bb took a short ill advised flight landing hard of the floorboard, knocking my battery cover off and killing the screen for once and all. I took the pieces to the roommate and she helped me file an insurance claim… Luckily my replacement will be here today. Unluckily I haven’t backed up like I should have… and am hoping that I will be able to purchase an extra data cable and save all my numbers and more importantly pictures that are already on my phone. Some of those have luckily already been saved to my flickr account, but not all the others. In fact I was thinking today about taking a pic of my phone.. but I would need my phone to do so. See the conundrum that creates?

Arg! Why am I so attached to this little pesky lifeline? I went almost 3 years without a cell phone and for the most part only inconvienced others around me and not myself. But I guess it’s true now, that this is really a life line for me. I am able to twitter, and txt and im and do all kinds of fun things. It’s also a connection for me. When I am about to scream at the though of going home to a quiet house I can use my phone to call others and perhaps create a diversion for myself for a little bit. In a very short time I became one of “those” people who must have their phone at all times.

I know it’s sad, but if you know me, you realized that I create attachments easily to sometimes not healthy things. Bubble tea anyone? Or how about some shampoo? oh well, I’m finished ranting now, just another lesson in the school book of Danielle.