You waited in line to get a late model iPhone before the price dropped $300 two weeks later, and within increasingly dimished time-frames, New! Improved!! models have already made yours obsolete. Regardless, your thumbs and face are practically adhered to the inevitably shattered screen. You don't even talk of apps with your friends; you just incessantly download more. You can't be without it; you'd do anything to get it back if you lost it. You are an iWhore.
Lola, a prior Crackberry addict, lost hers and got the iPhone 4g. Now she's a total iWhore.