I’ve been totally slacking when it comes to blog posting.

I find this funny since I often refresh other blogs over and over again throughout the day, often frustrated because “WHY AREN’T YOU POSTING? DON’T YOU KNOW IT IS YOUR DUTY TO ENTERTAIN ME SO I CAN ESCAPE MY CO-WORKERS’ DEMANDS!? DON’T YOU?”

And then on my own blog, I write, like, a line or two and call it a week.

I wish I could say I’ve been MIA due to some exciting new developments.

Uhm. Let’s see.

It’s Halloween! Right.

I have no costume ideas but am headed down to the Village with Alayna and James later to check out the scene.

Uhhhhm.

I slept last night?

That was fun.

OH! I GOT A NEW PHONE!!!!!!

That’s my interesting tidbit for the day.

Now, my co-workers and others around me have been making fun of my phone for a loonnnnggg time. I remember one specific instance where I thought I had lost it and I was frantically searching my bag when Ivan, the mailman, came by my cube.

“What are you doing?”

“IVAN. I THINK SOMEONE STOLE MY PHONE.”

Ivan burst out laughing at this and exclaimed, “LAURA! WHO WOULD STEAL THAT?!”

Um. Good point. My phone was the free phone, you know? When you sign up for a contract and Sprint is all, you can buy this phone for $200 or this phone for $150 or HERE HAVE THIS THING FOR FREE. IT KIND OF SUCKS.

The internet on this phone was never enabled and despite my many attempts to rectify that, it is STILL not enabled because I kept telling myself I would upgrade it to something better. And lo! Two years went by and I still could not receive a damn PICTURE or check my e-mail or anything like that. The text message inbox also stalls out at 50 messages, forcing me to MANUALLY DELETE THEM. And the camera is the worst thing ever and I only used it to take pictures of interesting bank teller’s names while waiting in line at the bank.

(I’m sad to say that when I upgraded, I lost all those pictures and it’s a DAMN SHAME because I had some fantastic photos of bank name plates! FDIC Insured!)

When it comes down to it, my phone is just ghetto as all get out.

So, last week, I ventured over to the Sprint store and was all, PLEASE FIX MY LIFE.

And the salesman, Cheo, was all, “Dude. I will hook you up.”

And I was all, “What kind of hook up are we talking about here ‘cuz your eyelashes are BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I mean, what? My phone! Yeah! Of course!”

I will not get into why I did not venture downthe iPhone route, as in love as I am with Mac. Just…no. I couldn’t. First, I am not cool enough to own something like that and second, the touch screen could be the worst possible invention ever. DO NOT GET ME STARTED. I understand I am alone in this belief so, please do not judge me. Call me quirky and let’s move on.

Soooo after a little while at the store, I made a decision, purchased an upgrade, renewed my contract and behold: my poor little old Sprint phone has been replaced.

Now, I realize that my life is really not important enough to warrant a Blackberry. I tend to be anti-cell phone to begin with because I hate that people can reach me all the time and this one time? I dated a guy who probably should’ve dated his Blackberry instead of me because he seemed to like talking to it a lot more and would often whip it out mid-conversation with me. I think he probably tongue-kissed it when I was not around.

Point is, poor little Sprint phone did not take kindly to being replaced.