Fickleness

I may not WANT to admit to this, but it's true. I am fickle. I must "fall in love" 3 or 4 times a day.

I'm already on #2 for today.

For example, this morning, I was "in love" with a cell phone... the Samsung S207. It's small, black, slick, and sexy (just like I like my men! uhm, well, not really, but, yeah, moving on).

Now, with all my old Samsung issues (I have a lot of issues - I just hide them pretty well), you can imagine my hesitancy to fall so fast and hard. But the minute I read that this bad boy does voice-enabled text messaging I kinda had to go and change my underwear. Yes, I was THAT excited.

So immediately, I start planning all the awesome text messages I will be sending with the new love of my life. Text messages like "Hey, this buttfuck in front of me looks like Yo Momma" and "This shit is off the chain" and then of course "Clusterfuck Clusterfuck Clusterfuck" (see, how it just rolls of the tongue). I feel my love grow stronger with every passing cell phone fantasy... but of course, with all the cell phones I fall for, I have learned to read consumer reviews. Now remember, Samsung has not treated me well. My last Samsung broke my heart. I'm still sort of trying to recover. And while the reviews were genuinely mixed (that's to be expected), I found one vital piece of information. Apparently the voice-enabled dictionary for text messages only has about 125 words in it. So the likelihood of "Yo Momma", "Buttfuck" and/or "Clusterfuck" being in that dictionary is pretty low. And with that, there went my new found love.

So, while you may think this is odd behavior, I'm sorry to report, it's just who I am. In fact, I'm not only that way about cell phones, I'm fickle about cars AND blogs (including blog crushes). But it's all good. I got nothing but love for all my blog readers.

Before I forget... think I should change the title of this post? Fickleness kinda sounds like fecalness... you know, shitness.