
I've now fallen in love with my 2nd blackberry phone. After getting my 1st one stolen in Spain, I thought it was the end of the world, until I got my brand new one after leaving it at home, or thinking it's somewhere else and finding it at the bottom of my bag. I start to feel sorry for it and feel like I've treated it badly. What's wrong with me? It's a phone!
I never thought my life would start to evolve around a mobile phone, knowing that people can get in touch with me anywhere and anyway they want, whether it's Facebook, Twitter, Hotmail, BBM, MSN, MySpace...it drives me crazy, but knowing that the little red light on top of my phone is flashing means that someone has contacted me through one of the many apps that annoy the hell out of people, it starts to get me all excited! I can't help but look to see what it is...Just to find out I've got an email from someone I don't know has sent me this months worse chain email. What a waste of time.
Please help me...bring back simple Nokia 3210's. They were the dream! All you cared about then was what phone cover you had, and if it was 'cool' enough to actually pull the phone out.