What does that make me? An iPhone kind of guy? That thing is amazing in a very evil kind of way. It's a cell phone, sure. But it's also a life-assistance contraption. You can check your mail, text people, take amazing photos, play GREAT video games, use Facebook, Skype, Twitter...name it. I'm sure I'm going to end up loving that thing way too much.
Here's my visual depiction of writing angst. That's the sight I have whenever I write shitty stuff. Not bad huh? In a post-modern kind-of-way?
