My Teeth Really Aren’t Blue

Technology came to my door this week in the form of an itty-bitty bluetooth dongle. Its adorable, the little dongle, and I can't help but gush and make googly eyes at it-- it's smaller than Fetus Spears. The hope was to get my phone a chat-chat-chattin' with my lappy top, eventually setting up a photoblog not totally dissimilar from Mr. Mark's. With hope comes uncertainty by default. I suppose it's enough that I finally have a phone again, but really, the fact that I can't figure out how to get my phone talking to my laptop kinda pisses me off.

At least I have a phone again. It'd been since the end of February for crying out loud! Having a cell phone again means that its possible for boys to call and ask me out on dates, and clearly I like that. Cause they are calling. And last weekend I had a date. The talapia was good, and so was I. Behavior wise, that is(and only mostly good, anyway).

Dating, huh? Its about time.