a wham of a sham

I am one of those kids whose Sidekick's are attached to their hands at all times. One who can be having a conversation on AIM, mass-texting directions to a party, and sending an email to her boss saying she's "sick" and can't make it the next day, all while also updating her Twitter account with the latest nonsense on her mind. I also am one of many Sidekick owners who feel completely lost without it. I call it "Sidekick fever" and it is not pretty. All that being said, I dropped mine in the toilet on Saturday night. And before you ask (or think, rather) "had you flushed?!"-- no. I had not flushed. And yes, I stuck both hands in a piss and toilet water cocktail to fetch my link to the very big, outside world. I tore that thing apart (while cursing everything under the sun) like Paris Hilton's dignity. After drying out for two days it still wouldn't turn on. Piece of shit. This morning, seeing my obvious symptoms of Sidekick fever, my mother told me that she had just donated a purple sidekick to her TIP program (cool program, look it up: http://www.tipsandiego.org/ ) and could call to see if it had already been turned in. I drove to Carlsbad and practically took down the door to the police station that the TIP office is in. Kathy, the lady at the desk, handed me the phone with a smile and I thanked her about a million times. So many times that I actually didn't even look at the phone until I got into my dad's truck. It was not a Sidekick, but a brand spankin' new T-mobile G1. A phone that sells for $399.99. And I got it for free. Free free free freefreefreeeeee. So yeah- goodbye Sidekick, hello G1.

On a side note, my father and I washed and waxed my car to an almost beautiful shine today. Everything but the roof is done. We'll finish it next weekend. And the ShamWow is Bologna.