
My cell phone finally met its demise these week. It only took me dropping it 5 times within three days for it to happen. I didn't do it on purpose... it was like once I dropped it the first time I just couldn't keep it off the ground. It tasted freedom and couldn't go back... or something. This little guy has been with me everyday for the past 2.5 years. I am truly lost with out it. Don't you feel so sorry for me? I'm hoping that when I take it into the Sprint store tomorrow morning they tell me they can pull of all of my contacts and info. Fingers crossed!

