iBore

So, i'm still in love with the small, cold brick that sits in my pocket. Maybe it's because i'm not the most popular of nerds, and so the fact that my phone now serves eleventeen more purposes than just phoning, means that the lack of calls doesn't really matter. And when on that magical occasion that it actually rings, it is akin to discovering that the oven you previously used as a hiding place, is actually quite good at colding things.

Annnnnny way, just when i thought the jesus phone could get no better, i realised that it recieve my emails. When Apple start paying me to write this sh1t?