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I got a iPhone. I am really in love with it. Yes it does make me sad how much it cost but I got paid to redo my friend Jays web site, and with all the work I put into it I decided I deserved it.

Now there is more than one reason to leave sprint, other than the iPhone, sprint sucks in Denver, I dont get service in my house I drop calls like their hot. I hate it. So I am selling my plan online at Cellswapper.com and I am going to call customer service until they give me satisfaction.

I just watched the Keynote presentation on the iPhone…yes I know its been up for a long time but I have not got around to checking it out. I have only seen the demo at Apple.com. This phone makes me get goose bumps. I cant believe how much I want it, I am considering spending the 500 bones for one. Its crazy to do it but ohh am I addicted to new stuff.

I want to raise money for it so if you want your picture taken, for passports, or graduation, or just a good shot to make you look like real professional, give me a ring.  If you don’t have my number call matt, if you don’t know matt you should get to know him he is a great guy.

 

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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace of his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying. And so I force myself, swallow and hold back the surging call of my dark sobbing. Oh, to whom can we turn for help? Not angels, not humans; and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel little secure and at home in our interpreted world.