Cavemen?

I am trying to get back in touch with the world. It's been a world of too many notes. My Mister has given me a gift of the best cell phone around. And I've done nothing with it, such was I consumed with the too many notes. Miskin. I have to get round to trying it out. But I don't like change very much so it's going to be something difficult for me. Give me the most unplayable of music anytime. But a new cell phone will take some time getting used to. And it's a grand one, but somehow it doesn't make me tick. Perhaps I would have loved living in the caves, although I have never understood why cavemen had to knock their woman out to drag her to the cave. They could have smiled and been polite. They could have also smiled and been rude and vulgar. That would have made them a bad boy caveman and I like bad boys. So I'd have liked the cavemen, no need to knock me out. But then again what would I have done with my caveman's catch of the day? Stared at it? He'd probably have knocked me out even harder. No, it's best that I live in 2009 when I can come here and write. A carcass of a reindeer? No thanks, reindeer are Santa Claus' means of transport, they drink milk, they're nice. I guess I would have been the first woman to divorce a caveman. I really wonder what it was like for women back then. Imagine making out in a dark filthy cold cave, lying on your back with slime all over the place. That would have been seriously dangerous. One would have to concentrate on keeping her footing (backing?) or otherwise risk breaking her neck. And I do not see cavemen being polite and retreating had a woman to pull out the classic headache excuse. Ok, enough, I think the Gods were right in throwing me into today's world. There is no way I would have coped.