text mex
So I got this new cell phone and it’s rudy textable. Only I don’t know very many people, and the ones I do know hate me so much they won’t text me. I want to utilize the full capacity of my phone. I want to be part of the zeitgeist. I want to feel like I’m not a big fat loser with no friends. Also, Gordon started getting messages from some girls from his past, and I need to up the ante here.
so text me, people! Let me be cool like all the cool kids. and if you don’t know my number, then email me and I’ll give it to you. maybe. depends on who you are, or who you aren’t.
Today at work, my first issue came in. The actual magazine won’t go on sale until the end of May, but if you email me your address, I’ll send you one. maybe. depends on who you are, or who you aren’t.
head bands + barrettes – hair ties = accessories for my freshly shorn head.
Hmmm. Maybe I’ll get all funky with the ‘rettes. Speaking of getting funky, I really screwed up at work. I had the chance to start anew. No one there knew me or my style. I could have really changed it up, done crazy get-ups, a whole new wardrobe. But noooo, I just had to keep wearing my same old lousy clothes and now it’s too late. Everyone knows me well enough now that if I tried some new style, I’d look like a doofus. sigh.
the world hates me and my clothes. I hate me and my clothes.
If I give you my cell phone #, will you text me an ascii depiction of your breasts? (.)(.)
Yes, I would like a description of your breasts as well please.
I guess you’ve been trying to text me.. but I didn’t realize until today that I didn’t have a text plan, therefore I wasn’t actually getting (or giving) text messages. That’s what the girl at Cingular (the new AT&T) told me today. But I don’t completely believe her. Anyway, I ordered a text messaging plan and it seems to be working. So text yourself silly.
As for breasts… I have ’em.
-MMS
You are a freak! my cell phone is so old, i can not text anyone… and really what is the freaking point. i mean if you have to talk to someone that bad then jesus just freaking call them. but you know in my head i am not saying freaking, i am actually saying the f word, that is right. i am a catholic school girl who has a terrible potty mouth. what am i going to do when the kid is here. i am doomed! especially if the baby can hear me now.
but, as far as your style, it is cool, it is my style. comfortable and that is all that matters. do you really want to go around in those fashion magazine clothes, spending hundreds of dollars on them and then being unconfortable, i mean come on…WTF!
There are lots of points to texting, dear miss stephanie, mainly that I don’t have to actually use the phone as a phone.
who wants to talk when you can say everything that needs to be said in short succinct messages typed on little tiny keys.
as far as my breasts…well, as breasts they look pretty much like (.)(.) which happens to be the funniest thing ever, you make me laugh JR, but you know what’s weird is that even though we quit breastfeeding a long time ago, I think I still have a little milk. I’ll be looking at them and maybe squeeze a nipple or something and milk will seep out. It that weird? That seems weird. Maybe it’s totally normal.
oh my god, what if I never stop lactating? what if I have milk forever? what if I can feed the world with my bountiful booby beverage?
That’s totally normal, I had milk until DW was probably three and I didn’t even breast feed as long as you did.
Kid, I don’t know whether it’s normal or not that you’re still lactating, but I’m genuinely curious as to whether it’s normal or not that I got totally horny reading your last comment. Hey it turns out that lactating milfs do it for me! I guess you really do learn something new about yourself every single day.
Also, good to know that you spend your time “looking at them, and maybe squeez(ing) a nipple”. So in that sense, your life wouldn’t change very much if you & I accidentally switched bodies like in Freaky Friday.