All grown up and nowhere to go

everybody wants an iPhone

Posted on: September 20, 2008

Was in a meeting at work yesterday. Including mine, there were a total of 3 iPhones amongst 6 people. I was checking out the protector they had on – damn, if only I’d asked where they got it from.

Despite the fact that iPhone ownership is getting more common, I still feel a silly whoosh of pride when I take it out of my bag to answer a call. There’s a part of me that wants to start dancing around saying, “HAAAHAAA, I’ve got an iPhone and youuuu dooooon’t.”

Which is really petty, of course.

I know it’s just a phone, but I feel like I get more respect at work with it. People notice it, make conversations about it, treat me less like a lowly cockroach and more like an equal human being with an iPhone.

Material gloating aside, am bored. Brought work home for the weekend but I’m just gonna start that on Sunday. Saturdays are my lazy days. Which is why I’m meeting Jing for tea and compassion (and a Brazilian, but that’s just an aside).

Pump Room tonight. They were talks of bottle-opening, which if taken in the literal sense shouldn’t sound so daunting. But it is. I don’t want to drink so much again tonight… my baby ain’t here to cool me down.

Was downloading Sara Bareilles’ songs. Fairy Tale is one emancipatingly awesome tune.

Cinderella’s on her bedroom floor.
She’s got a crush on the guy at the liquor store.
’Cause Mr. Charming don’t come home anymore,
And she forgets why she came here.
Sleeping Beauty’s in a foul mood for shame.
She says, “None for you dear prince, I’m tired today.
I’d rather sleep my whole life away than have you,
Keep me from dreaming.”

’Cause I don’t care for your fairy tales.
You’re so worried ’bout the maiden though you know,
She’s only waiting on the next best thing.
Next best thing.

Snow White is doing dishes again ’cause,
What else could you do with seven itty-bitty men?
Sends them to bed and she calls up a friend, says,
“Would you meet me at midnight?”
The tall blond lets out a cry of despair, says,
“Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair.
I’ll have to find another tower somewhere,
And keep away from the windows.”

’Cause I don’t care for your fairy tales.
You’re so worried ’bout the maiden though you know,
She’s only waiting on the next best thing.
Next best thing.

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom,
Man made up a story, said that I should believe him.
Go and tell your white knight that he’s handsome in hindsight,
But I don’t want the next best thing.
So I sing, I hold my head down, and I break these walls ’round me.
Can’t take no more of your fairytale love.

I don’t care for your fairy tales.
You’re so worried ’bout the maiden though you know,
She’s only waiting on the next best thing.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
Worry ’bout the maiden though you know she’s only waiting.
Spent her whole life being graded on the,
Sanctity of patience and a dumb appreciation,
But the story needs some mending and a better happy ending.
’Cause I don’t want the next best thing.
No, no I don’t want the next best thing.

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