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Dear T-Mobile,

It’s me again. Hi. In the past we’ve bickered quite a bit, whether it was over a billing error, or the fact that you won’t offer me a discount to replace my broken phone. Sometimes it feels like we’re stuck in our own version of “Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf.” Am I right? You and I are like cats and dogs! But somehow we “work”. You and I click, T-Mobile. There’s no denying that there’s a magic there. And I don’t mean fake magic like the kind David Blaine does. I’m talking renegade Criss Angel magic. You know, the dangerous kind of magic.

The main reason I think that we “work” is that we never miss an opportunity to celebrate each of our wonderful qualities. Sure we bicker with the best of them, but we also know how to love each other unconditionally. And a few days ago, you really went out of your way to show your love and I want to say thanks.

For some reason, even a picture of a G-1 affects the battery life on my actual G-1.

So, thank you. Thank you for the gift of the weak ass battery that currently “powers” my G1. I love it. It’s so fun knowing that even with the GPS and Wi-Fi off, I have about half an hour of battery life to sit back and watch while Facebook fails to load. I get goosebumps knowing that if I’m ever lost while driving, I can turn on my GPS and be filled with confidence, knowing that for nearly two minutes, I will be able to navigate my way out of any sticky situation.

I look forward to speaking with you about this, T-Mobile. I am sure that like all of our other conversations, it willed be filled with cooing and sweet nothings.

Thank you. And of course by thank you, I mean to say that you suck with the force of one of those awesome Dyson vacuums.

-Mike

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