my-Tunes
All the coolio parents were so thrilled that their little hipsters only listened to their (the parents’) tunes. But come on – didn’t their kids want to hear the same one song over and over and over again? I mean puh-lease, after a while, don’t The Beatles become as irritating as Raffi?
Words with Friends
I adore my iPhone. I wouldn’t call myself addicted. I pretty much have the whole etiquette/right time-right place thing down. Or, rather, I did. And then a friend invited me to play an innocent game of Words With Friends…
Hello Gorgeous!
I am a woman in love. Completely and utterly besotted. With my new device, the new and improved iPhone 3G. It’s a phone. It’s a walkman….I mean, ipod. It’s a filofax. It’s on-line shopping. It’s a bloody computer and it’s fanf&ckingtastic.
Too Much Information
It is, after all the ’00’s. Call me old fashioned, but I loved that quaint ole thang, my Palm Pilot. ‘Til it lost my life. Now I’m over it.
my-Tunes
All the coolio parents were so thrilled that their little hipsters only listened to their (the parents’) tunes. But come on – didn’t their kids want to hear the same one song over and over and over again? I mean puh-lease, after a while, don’t The Beatles become as irritating as Raffi?