I tried. And then I tried again. And again.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to throw it against the wall.
And so I...
resisted. But barely. It was mostly the $200 price tag that stopped me, but it's little droidy voice did pipe up at just the right minute to say "droid", which means of course I'd received a very important something. Either an update, an email, a text message, or a missed call. It wasn't a good time to smash it to smithereens.
I'm not sure if our love relationship can last.
You see, I tried to blog from my DroiD.
I wanted so badly FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE TO BE IN WITH THE COOL CROWD. I could picture it-the post, the tagline stating, 'sent from the robot attached to my body'.i just spent an hour wrestling this badboy to the ground...the droid has a mind of its own. but look who won this battle of alien vs woman.by golly i have posted hear me roar