Despite the fact that I hate text messages (I am freakishly anal retentive about keeping written correspondence, and having text trapped on my phone galls me), I recognize that there are instances when it is preferable to calling. My favorite "huh, I really wrote that, didn't I?" moments are below.
Disclaimer: the grammar on many of these is atrocious. I do know better, but it's a phone, I have wee sausage fingers, and it just doesn't always come together.
Assuring others of my safe return home at later hours:
"Home
Taught driver much about Brooklyn, self"
Stalled while commuting:
"Been on f for hour, gone four stops
May cry
Pls tell [boss] i'ma comin"
To an old roommate who shared one of my odder TV loves:
"Watching shalom in the home and thinking of you"
To my sister, after I went by her apartment to double-check that there were no candles burning, and was attacked by her roommate's declawed cat:
"No fire
Alex did something to my leg
Drew blood
Ow"
Self-explanatory:
"Hate post office"
"People are so boring and predictable
Girl says 'i used to work at a sex shop'
Bartender says 'i don't usually do this but i want us to do shots'
Yawn"
"In a world of disappointments ricky bobby far exceeds all expectations"
have you seen this?
http://queserasera.org/archives/2007_06.html
love it. but she has funnier friends than i do.
Posted by: jen o. at July 9, 2007 3:08 PM