My {telephonic} life ended today...

My mobile died a death, not at all good in the flippin' slighest!!! What am I supposed to do with a dead mobile, I ask you?! It's a good chuffin' job I wasn't caught up in a major catastrophe while on my journey home from work otherwise I'd still be there trying to persuade my silly little sony ericsson to wake up. It's only a baby too, 6 months old if that. Lucky for the little ericsson, I have it's older sister in my possession so I still get to communicate with the outside world. Can you imagine if I didn't? My goodness, I'd have to go into the hair salon downstairs and start talking to the fancy old{er} ladies while they have their perms and blue rinces done. I could have shared a drink and a choccie biscuit with them and made some life long friends:) Oh well, next time... however, my little telephonic friend better know not to ever break again or I'll involuntarily throw it off a multistorey car park... possibly...