If I cast my mind back to mid-December, I seem to recall a mild, verging on manic, jealousy of my friends’ iPhones. Why wouldn’t my phone tell me the name of the song playing in the background at American Apparel? Why couldn’t that worthless piece of crap impersonate a glass of Bud that drained as I tilted it toward my mouth?
Lucky for me, I abandoned that obsolete relic along with my useless old life. Who needs satellite radio, email, and a camera, when you could have a phone with a FLASHLIGHT?
actually quite useful for identifying mysterious snack foods at dark beer gardens
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Yeah, this is a short update. I’m struggling with my first week of language lessons and intestinal issues. Khmer is hard; my stool is not.
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Gross.