Yes, I got a pink phone. And it's not because I am gay (I am not, of course, but I am not homophobic either). Actually, I do like the color pink, but there were no blue or red Motorola RAZR V3s out there, so I stuck with this. I treat this phone like a girl, a mistress with moe tendencies. I call her Rosebud, and she is all mine. At least for a few years or until they are completely bettered by something else. Or a new provider and plan pops up.
Speaking of which, I had this insane dream that I was Harima Kenji of School Runble, and I was making love to Tenma Tsukamoto on the beach. Funny how Harima finally got his wish, without any inhibitions.
But me likes my Rosebud. I think me play with it. And it's a girl, so it must be treated with respect, as well as made love to. But then again, how can you make love to a pink cell phone, if it isn't human? Oh, the frustrations of an androgynous consumer...
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