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So. Cell phones. I hate thee with a blinding passion.

I mean I have a cell phone. I think that its pretty much mandatory. I am fairly certain that the Washington State legislature passed a law that if you don't have a cell phone they can just come and burn down your house because you must be a maniac anyway.

So I have one. My mother pitched a fit. Suggesting that it was unsafe to not have one (even though people lived for CENTURIES without them). That I would be murdered or even worse. Apparently, Cingular has made a deal with serial killers. They only kill Verizon customers?

I don't know my cell number. I feel stupid about that but I don't know it. I don't use it that way. I call my husband to come and pick me up. I call my mother from Target to say "Wait, WHAT CARPET STUFF GETS UP DOG PUKE?!?!?!" I call people if I am late or if I am lost. That is pretty much it. I don't like to chat on my cell phone. I don't like to use it while driving or while in public (except Target because I need that carpet stuff).

And I hate them. I hate that they ring all fucking day in my office. I hate that people talk on them loudly on elevators, in stores, at the library. I want to punch my husband when he just picks his up while driving 80 miles an hour on the freeway because he keeps forgetting to ask his mother for his cousin's phone number and since he is thinking about it . . .

Mostly I just hate this idea that we have to be in constant communication with one another. That J's dad can call us at any time. That no space, private or public, can escape the fucking phone.

A friend of mine told me about driving her young teen daughter and her friends home from a movie last night and all four of them having their cell phones ring and they were just talking away.

These are thirteen year olds. Are they like Doogie Houser? Could they have patients that need them right away? And so they are driving down the road, all of them talking to different people.

Its like the constant communication makes people even more disconnected.

And I really hate the ring the person in the next office uses. I mean its practically a torture device fit for the Bush administration.