My steadfast avoidance of replacing my lost mobile phone. It's inconvenient. It means using grubby, accoustically ineffective, and worst of all pee smelling public telephones. It means I don't get to entertain my fellow commuters with my witty choice of ringtone. Shit, it's one less accessory.
Pissing and moaning about having my photo taken, whilst hanging out with a huge group of photographers. Hell I'm even dating one, yet of late I've been getting a touch of the rock star "No Pictures" preciousness. Giving it some serious bershon action, like these guys.
I think I might 13 all over again.