dear ipad...

Dear iPad,

Can you ever forgive me? I've been so wrong. I've called you names. Worthless. Pointless. Just a really big iPhone.

Or worse, iTouch.

But that was before. I was so naive. Ignorant. I chose not to see everything you could offer.

That was before I knew about Moodboards, about all the drawing and sketching apps, all the web design apps. And before I knew I could make my own fonts.

I know others had tried to tell me. Convince me. But I didn't listen, and now I regret it.

Now I want you. I think I need you. I can't live without you. Oh, the horror!

Can't we just forget it all and move on? Make amends and live happily with one another?

Or will you really make me pay, make me suffer...

make me wait 2-3 weeks until shipment???

Yours,
Kirsten

p.s. Reed, you're entirely to blame.