I’m not an elitist and yet, I have an iphone, and feel like I’ve been catapulted into a new, bad ass club where I am a member and damn proud. (Hello, long sentence. You are sexy.) I’m on it constantly. I’m one of those people that nods her head like I’m listening (and I kind of am) while we are carry on a conversation, iphone in hand and iphone in eyes. I’m not really listening to you. And I’m sorry.

If I could return it, I might. I might return that little green skull faced phone. I start to read a book at night, BAM, I’m thinking about it (let’s call her LaToya because that’s her name.) So any time LaToya is in my peripheral vision, I have a question that only she can answer. Reading! I’ll read LaToya. Movies, well LaToya has youtube.

LaToya got me through the Master Cleanser.

If Matt was into alternative lifestyles, I might date him and LaToya.