My relationship with the iPhone 3G turned out to be a one night stand. It was sexy. I adored it. I was excited by it. And like a one night stand, I can't make or receive voice calls from it at home. So I go crawling back to Sprint, but the terms of our relationship have changed. It's just not the same anymore. And no matter how reliable that cell signal is... And how utterly functional the Blackberry services are... I've tasted what life can be like. And I pine for that soulful iPhone. It's like herpes. A fleeting moment of happiness. And then a lifetime of regret. Once you catch it, you can't forget it, and it's never the same afterwards.
Brown turkey figs from the backyard. They seem more purple than brown to me. These are great, but I like the elusive green figs better. But apparently, the green fig tree also needs a reliable AT&T signal to bear fruit.
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