blackberry, or boyfriend?

as a child of the new technological age/generation Y-er, i took pride in my old silver motorola phone. before it, i had the drunken tendency to use my phone a) to break my falls, b) as an object of dramatic expression (i.e. to throw in the toilet after an angry phone call), or c) thoughtlessly drop in the snow. i got a rather rude awakening when rogers, my cell phone service provider, informed me that i had run out of gratuity points in being able to buy cheap phones from them and the only one that i could afford was the aforementioned brick of a phone at a not-so-cool $99 price tag. at a record-topping casualty rate of 4 phones in six months, my mother informed me that this time around, i was going to suffer the financial burden, so i KNEW i had to take good care of it. that was a year and a half ago, and my ghetto silver phone and i spent 16 glorious months of attempting-to-be-witty text messages to prospective boys, endless hours of tetris while taking public transportation, and, of course, the unavoidable drunk dials. now, i've upgraded to a phone that could kick my old cinderblock of a phone's hypothetical ass, one that is so gimmicky that it's not a phone, but a "smart phone"....the blackberry. don't get me wrong. i fully realize how obnoxious and how much of a symbol of social status they are (my bbm contacts boasted what i thought was an impressive 22 contacts...i was soon put in my place when i discovered my friend had a braggable 106). but still, i LOVE it, so much so that my roommates have coined it my "boyfriend". yet, alas, like all passionate relationships, it does indeed have its fallbacks. like the fact that i check my phone at a frequency of five times in ten minutes. (embarrassing. i know.) and can't seem to sit through an episode of gossip girl without simultaneously trying to beat my high score on brick breaker. and call me neurotic, but the fact that you can see when someone has received your bbm message (and the consequent WHY HAVEN'T THEY WRITTEN BACK YET thoughts) causes me to break more of a sweat than the thought of my mom and her boyfriend PDAing (yuck). so...i've enlisted myself in a kind of couple therapy of sorts. i try to check my phone less, i've restricted my facebook use to laptop only, and i NEVER try to pull off the phone-on-the-dinner-table move. thus, like all relationships, it's a continual work in progress.

post script: on thursday, november 13 at approximately 11:10 pm, my beloved blackberry and i were separated in a mob of moshers at the girl talk concert and have yet to be reunited, if ever. my life is essentially meaningless as i have no connection to the outside world. the funeral will be held this friday. gifts of the ben and jerry variety are appreciated.