A cracked phone, a so-so movie and a fabulous book Hello beautiful people. This will be another episode of brain vomit. For those of you that are new to reading my column, “brain vomit” basically means that what you are about to read will be all over the place.
Some days I have the attention span of a toddler after they have eaten an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids. Today is one of those days.
First off, I am pissed. I have had my cell phone for at least three-and-a-half years. I am one of those people that will use the same phone until it disintegrates, and I am forced to buy a new one.
Sure, I would like a new phone every time a new one comes out. But I am also a creature of habit, and I get easily annoyed having to learn new shit.