RIP my dear friend you served me well

Actually I would like to ammend my title. Instead it should read:

DIE SUCKA DIE

My cell phone, the free phone that I received upon the glorious occassion of marking my two year anniversary with my cell phone company, officially died a slow and painful death as the life was sucked from its very battery because it choose to no longer charge when properly suited with the life giving charger. My cell phone committed suicide. This distrubs me a bit but not too much because it's a cell phone and it was hard to hear on most of the time and that means I get a NEW one.

Not only do I get a new one but I decided to take the leap and purchase a phone instead of settling for the junk they offer you for free when you sign your life away to be tied to the company for another two years (actually i like my cell phone provider so I'm not complaining).

So I did some research (code word for looked at pretty pictures and asked a few friends if they liked their phones) and I am now the owner of a brand new Razor. I'm so cool you might want to go find your sunglasses so that the gleam of my coolness doesn't burn your retinas dry.

And in my joyous decision to purchase said trendy phone (to go with my oh so trendy ipod - i told you i was cool) I was faced with a big decision.

Color.

See with my old phone I had no choices in color, it came in stardard issue gray (or is it grey - which one is associated with the nose?). Now I have choices of black, silver, blue, and PINK. And not just any pink, but pepto bismol on crack hot PINK that announces "HELLO I HAVE A RAZOR AND YOU DON'T" to the world PINK. I thought about getting the pink and how I could have some fun ring tone like "I'm with the DJ" or "If you steal my sunshine" or even better "Barbie Girl" and then I could buy all those fun phone jewelry that dangle and clangle off of my phone so that it would not only announce by the color and ring but also by all the bling bling dripping off of it that I am a fifteen year old girl who is desperately in love with Travis from "So You Think You Can Dance" (insert apology to any adult female who is offended because she owns such phone).

But after realizing that I am approaching the age of 30 (gasp, shhhhh dont' tell anyone) I probably can't pull off the PINK razor. So I decided to go with the classy and yet jet setting black (which by the way matches my black ipod - I might not be extremely cool but I color coordinate like a champ).

Now I just have to figure out all the new options . . . Ringtones, IMing, ninjas who jump out of the phone if I press the right number sequence.