I...must...have...this...and why I'm breaking up with you, NYC
There are very few things that I see and automatically go...'That will be mine'. This last happened with a pair of engineer boots that are currently sitting at the bottom of my bed. My new current obsession is the fully unlocked SoftBank 920SH. I don't get the big deal about gadgets alot (though god bless all of the iPods I have been through...and yes I love my Macbook like a child). The iPod Craze just kinda made me shrug. This phone though. I. Must. Have. It.
I love asthetics. Which is probably why I am a sucker for Macs. They're really no more sturdy then other computers, but hell the interface is to die. Worlds above Vista. But I love this phone it all its ridiculous size. It's a big phone. Enough to fill my hand, but i can probably drop it on the cement and not worry that it would shatter like the Verizon phones I've had. And yes, that is a badass antena coming out of the top. You rock those antenas Japan.
So for $550 this lovely little competely unlocked phone will be mine. It will be like Christmas. Though honestly I'll probably end up getting it around then anyway since I can't afford it right now.
On Why Not to Live in NYC:
Plus, I'll have my full salary while peacing out of NYC as far as living concerns go. I'll still work there, but...yeah I dunno if I can handel the living there anymore. Not that I don't love it, but I've grown kind of tired. That and for about $500 dollars less I can get an apartment where I grew up with actual air conditioning, utilites that don't break the bank, fully insulated walls, an elevator, a washing/drying machine, a dish washer, grass, a pool, and the ability to get a puppy. Now...I'm sorry but my care for a zip code and hipsters bars takes a backseat to my love of comfort and nesting. I just don't think I can do it anymore. Honestly, if Philadelphia wasn't so crime ridden I'd rather move there (possibly in a few years) because atleast that city isn't half as stuck up and discnnected as NYC. So yes I will unfortunantly become a *commuter* ah the words tasted so dirty. But that gives me the ability to shop, eat, get a few drinks, and then peace the fuck out of there. Plus, I won't melt in the summer or have the constant smell of urine and sadness from the subway. For now...I need a break. Maybe when I can actually afford to not be so blatantly poor in the city I'll move back...into a place that has air and not prone to possible bugs or mice.
Everyone I know is currenly either a commuter, fanning out into buroughs or already complaining and moving out later. Everyone is fanning out and fanning out means I hardly see the people who once lived in a condensed area to me. Fanning out means hardly ever seeing. Hardly ever seeing means little conversation and little conversation = lonely bouts. Staying in once and awhile is normally fine with me, but it's gonna be in a space thats bound to be uncomfortable during the more extreme seasons. NYC is saying you can't afford to live comfortably here with me right now and I'm saying back...okay touche see you in a few. So I'll head back to my cars, my fall colored trees, none disgusting snow, my Korean super market, (I love you H-Mart), my Princeton coffee house/ fair trade store, and a strange plethora of Asian fusion. Tis okay, at this point in my life. Tis okay. I shall visit you often Kinokuniya...while talking on my Softbank.
I love asthetics. Which is probably why I am a sucker for Macs. They're really no more sturdy then other computers, but hell the interface is to die. Worlds above Vista. But I love this phone it all its ridiculous size. It's a big phone. Enough to fill my hand, but i can probably drop it on the cement and not worry that it would shatter like the Verizon phones I've had. And yes, that is a badass antena coming out of the top. You rock those antenas Japan.
So for $550 this lovely little competely unlocked phone will be mine. It will be like Christmas. Though honestly I'll probably end up getting it around then anyway since I can't afford it right now.
On Why Not to Live in NYC:
Plus, I'll have my full salary while peacing out of NYC as far as living concerns go. I'll still work there, but...yeah I dunno if I can handel the living there anymore. Not that I don't love it, but I've grown kind of tired. That and for about $500 dollars less I can get an apartment where I grew up with actual air conditioning, utilites that don't break the bank, fully insulated walls, an elevator, a washing/drying machine, a dish washer, grass, a pool, and the ability to get a puppy. Now...I'm sorry but my care for a zip code and hipsters bars takes a backseat to my love of comfort and nesting. I just don't think I can do it anymore. Honestly, if Philadelphia wasn't so crime ridden I'd rather move there (possibly in a few years) because atleast that city isn't half as stuck up and discnnected as NYC. So yes I will unfortunantly become a *commuter* ah the words tasted so dirty. But that gives me the ability to shop, eat, get a few drinks, and then peace the fuck out of there. Plus, I won't melt in the summer or have the constant smell of urine and sadness from the subway. For now...I need a break. Maybe when I can actually afford to not be so blatantly poor in the city I'll move back...into a place that has air and not prone to possible bugs or mice.
Everyone I know is currenly either a commuter, fanning out into buroughs or already complaining and moving out later. Everyone is fanning out and fanning out means I hardly see the people who once lived in a condensed area to me. Fanning out means hardly ever seeing. Hardly ever seeing means little conversation and little conversation = lonely bouts. Staying in once and awhile is normally fine with me, but it's gonna be in a space thats bound to be uncomfortable during the more extreme seasons. NYC is saying you can't afford to live comfortably here with me right now and I'm saying back...okay touche see you in a few. So I'll head back to my cars, my fall colored trees, none disgusting snow, my Korean super market, (I love you H-Mart), my Princeton coffee house/ fair trade store, and a strange plethora of Asian fusion. Tis okay, at this point in my life. Tis okay. I shall visit you often Kinokuniya...while talking on my Softbank.