Wednesday, October 12, 2005
My First, Second One.I have never, ever stared at a single phone for so long. Revolving it through my hands again and again, i would probably had hoped that i would find a major flaw in it so that i could return it. You see, i had bought tonight my first, second hand phone and i'm having such bad vibes about it.You see, everything in life leaves behind a legacy. Or that's what i believe. I mean for whatever reason, any insect or animal you had saved today would have probably spwaned thousands of little ones bearing your last name (even if it was in insect terms). One good book to discover an author so precious, or music to allow the appreciation of heavenly vocals and artistes. But this phone was everything foreign, except for its price that was so explicitly written down that it still rings in my head. I just basically, do not know who the hell the previous owner was.Man, woman, or half of each? Was he/she a bitch (if so, was it more than me?). And most importantly, have this phone been through the most kinky stuff that i would never get to know? For goodness sake it has a vibrator mode! Was the previous owner evil, or did he pick this up along somewhere just to sell it away? I mean, my younger brother lost an exact model a few months back, so did i actually pay money to retrieve something that already belonged to me? I finally understand why people would always rather purchase first hand cars. Its not the fresh leather smell dammit (many people nowadays buy their cars installed with cushions instead anyway), its just the plain fact that the owner would know how his purchase belonged to him through, through and through. And hence they would not have to experience the jittery and insecurity like me now. So not, very fun. Im so not cut out for this.
Written fashion may not be history @10:17 PM
