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I have a new phone. It does MMS and has bluetooth and WAP and

polyphonic ring tones (mine is set to The Promise from the movie The

Piano) and cool games and an mp3 player and radio and loudspeaker and

voice tags and moving pictures and infra red (don't they use that to

soothe aching muscles? cos i've had it on but my muscles still ache

from bodypump on tuesday) and email and voice recorder and a calender

with to do list and birthdays and all that shit - but I can't send a

text message. I suspect it lacks the sms service centre number but
where do I put it in?

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ok, I've called 02 and they're sending me the settings... but the nice
voice on the helpdesk couldn't heal my aching muscles, either.

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hooray---I can send text messages (or massages - damn these aching
muscles!) and I love my phone, I kiss my phone, I squeeEEEeeeze my
phone, I take it to bed with me, I take it for walks with me, I talk
(in)to it and carry it close to me at all times. Hurrah that I moved
on
from my nokia 3310 (now to be used as building material, cemented
together with other 3310s to create sturdy walls for affordable
housing. Or I might hang on to it. keep it by the bed so if a burglar
breaks in I can bludgeon them with it.) so now, I have a
flashy-dooper 6230.
I'm so technologically advanced, I'm going to wee myself. I mean ..... - WAP
is now not just something other people use.. oh my God *faints*

so please excsue me while I go play with my newest toy. I love things with buttons - except maybe cardigans.

20.5.05 11:40

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working with the young unemployed, as we do here at this office, we get
quite a few in to do workshops and fill out paperwork etc.

They are free to help themselves to our tea and coffee (and oh my God,
how much sugar do you need?!)

so while waiting for the coffee machine to dribble enough bitter brown
liquid into the pot to make a coffee to keep me awake I watched as one
particular youngster took a cup, sniffed it. Dropped a teabag in it,
poured on water. Sniffed the milk, poured it, took sugar and sniffed that, too and put in about 5 spoons and then
picked up a spoon (sniff) and stirred his (I assure you, perfectly
hygienic) cup of tea.

Think this lad was a Terrier in his former life? Or maybe he just hates sugar that's gone off....

25.5.05 11:02

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All I can think about is *whispers* the S - word.

I don't know what's brought it on but the smallest thing leads my
mind in that direction and I have to pull myself together and
concetrate on my work. It's just too distracting, though!

Of course it might be because, against all odds, I got some last Monday
and not just some - some of the BEST. Mindblowing, world-dissolving,
gives-me-butterflies to-even-remember- it some. The body just submits
and your senses sharpen to experience more fully the magic of the
moment. You are transported to Heaven and beyond.

God, I love Salsa.

25.5.05 18:21

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