Droid does.

I got a Droid X.



It can play Pandora music WHILE I surf the internet, it can tell me where to eat within a two mile radius of wherever I am, it can take HD video, it has an 8 mega pixle camera, it’s pretty, it synchs perfectly with all things Google, it has Swype texting (that’s tech talk, for THE COOLEST TEXTING EVER), it says DROID in a cool deep voice whenever I get a message, it’s pretty, it tells me what percent charged it is while I charge it, it makes phone calls, it can be a wireless hot spot, it’s pretty, and well, I’m sure it does approximately 3.7 million more things I haven’t figured out yet.

Sure, it loses battery power in like three minutes, but that’s only because I play with it all the time. And sure, I still can’t figure out how to get all my music on it, but that’s only because all my files are WMA. And ya, ya, ya, my right index finger is kind of sore from playing Bejeweled so much.

But whatever because THIS PHONE IS SO COOL.

Also, did I mention it’s pretty?

If you are currently in the market for a phone, all I’m going to say is that THIS phone will blow YOUR phone so far away that it’ll probably land in Hawaii. On the west coast.

You should probably be jealous of me now.

That is all.

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Where my heart is

I’m totally addicted to spray tans.

I got this package from this place across the street from my house, where I pay $40 up front and then for 5 months I get $10 spray tans. ACROSS THE STREET. $10!!! YIPPEE!!! YAY!!! WOHOO!!!

It started with like two a month, but then I thought, if two a month are good, then four a month are great! AND THEN, I was like, well, seven days is kind of long to go between spray tans, so I got one after five days last week.

It’s a problem. OK. I know. Geeze.

I’m working on it.

OK. I’m not really working on it. It’s so fun and they make my blue eyes pop like daggers, and I love them.

Plus, they give you these little stickers, so you can get like spray tan tattoos when you do it, and I got a heart sticker and put it on my wrist and I know it looks guido , but if I die tomorrow, I would like to have a little heart on my wrist all right?

Plus, you know, seeing as how I go around wearing my heart on my sleeve the whole thing is almost poetic.

Speaking of hearts, I’m still single.

Also, I really, really hate when people ask me why I’m single. It’s too the point that I just assume people are thinking it when they meet me, even though they’re probably just thinking about the laundry or the dishes or my typos.

I assume though, that in their minds, they’re all, ‘Hmm, she LOOKS normal. Something must be wrong though. Maybe she kills puppies in her spare time, or maybe her feet smell like garbage mixed with old milk, or maybe she’s just dumb.’

I don’t, they don’t and I’m not.

But whatever.

It’s cool.

I’m cool with it.

I’m single. And I’m still a pretty OK person. All right?

And if I die single with my heart on my wrist, well, then so be it.

But I’d rather not.

I’d rather be with my partner, my soul mate, my one and only.

Are those things even real? Do they exist? Should I just give up?

I don’t know, but I’m starting to think my heart will survive either way.

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Thoughts on Christian music

My theory on Christian music always goes back to a post I read once by Penelope Trunk about how if you love something you really want to write about it, but you can’t ever write about it in an interesting way until you hate it too. The problem is, no self-respecting Christian is ever going to go there with God.

It’s dark and awful, and admitting that maybe that one time that you were crying on the tile floor in your bathroom until our eyes burst from exhaustion and you wondered how that, THAT, could ever happen to you, that in that moment you might have maybe, kinda hated God for half of a half second, well, that’s kind of frowned upon in most churches.

Don’t get me wrong, doubt is fine. Doubt is something to overcome, to work through, to resolve. But hating God? How dare thy say such things.

And so, everyone tries to write happy, happy, joy, joy songs about God, and how we need to love Him, and how He is awesome and we need to love Him.

And ya, those things are all true and great and wonderful, but when you’re driving in Route 59 traffic, sometimes worship songs just don’t do it. Which is a weird thing for me to say, because lately, while I try to avoid rear-ending people, all I listen to is Christian Radio. It keeps me calm. It helps me spend time with God. And I need the peace it brings me.

But, well, a lot of the songs aren’t very good. They just aren’t raw enough. They don’t hit a nerve. They don’t have whatever IT is.

There is one song I love though.

One song I rock out to like the world really is ending this time, and I have just three more minutes to suck in everything earthly.

It’s Matt Maher’s “Hold us together.”

I listen to it over. And over. And over. And over. And it always stays beautifully wonderful.

I love that it starts out with a beat that could sway a stadium of people or two people on a couch. I love the message it tells about love. And I especially love the line “I’ll be my brother’s keeper, so the whole world will know that we’re not alone.”

That right there sums up this whole Christian thing in one sweet, perfect sentence.



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