I must admit that I am a bit enamored with my phone. But after this weekend, I think it's gotten a little out of hand. When I'm drunk, my phone and I are all over each other. For example, let's review my Saturday Night in pictures:
Look at my phone! I loooove my phone!
My phone is way more important than you people.
My phone even likes it from behind.
Heather's clearly jealous that my phone loves me more than her Blackberry loves her.
My phone is good enough to eat!
Yeah, dearest LG Fusic, we need to talk. I think I need to give you some space. Like, in my pocket instead of in my hand.