2 Ligit....

2 ligit to quit...


Yesterday I tied up the very last of my loose ends and it is official....I am staying in Canada. Congrats to David for being the first one to figure it out. That, however, is not the point of this post. The point is this...





To celebrate my taking-care-of-my-shit-ivness, Josh came home with a little gift for me yesterday:

A brand new, fancy-pants cell phone. I really wanted a ROKR, but I already have an iPod that I spent way too much time with, and I really really want an iPhone, but I live in Canada now and we can't even get proper ketchup or Target here yet. And Josh, knowing none of this, tried very hard and was terrible proud of himself and so I am grateful. It's pink, I can take silly drunk pictures at Blogger Bashes with it. I loves it.

The fun thing about this is that, unlike America where you can just sign up for a North American plan, calls from wireless networks here cost somewhere in the ball-park of $0.50/minute to the states. I can text you until I'm blue in the face, but I can't actually ever call you from it. And all one of my friends here, well, we haven't exactly exchanged numbers yet. So hooray for cell phones! Woo Hoo! Now I just need to get a reason to use it.

And so, you of whom I have a number for, expect great things. Things being random picture messages. Oh, and about that, my stupid ass old piece of crap doesn't work here, and so I don't actually have anyone's number anymore. Do you think maybe you could email me yours?

Thanks. You rock.