by Andrea Elizabeth

I wonder if I’m the only one who thinks that the Egyptians protesting Mubarak’s extorted billions have hurt their cause by displaying their cell-phones under their confiscated charging station in the middle of the square. How hard can their life really be?

I’ll never forget the symbolic moment of my newly departed ex showing up at my front door with his new cell phone. He certainly had a better life without us than with us. I felt like Cinderella at the ball when George gave me my first cell phone. High times indeed.

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