I'm a recent but reluctant convert to a method of communication that's commonplace with teens, 'tweens and geeks:
Texting :-)
I say "reluctant" because the volume and viscosity of my standard missives has historically been of the "dog choking" variety. Today I sent a text that was 70 words long—"War and Peace" in the land of LOL.
If email has compromised my capitalization, texting is destined to turn my spelling into mush. Not because I don't have time to do it right—simply because my sausage fingers are too blunt for accuracy on iPhone's glass keyboard. But that's an excuse.
The truth is, I simply can't keep up. By the time I make one point I can live with, my BFF is XOX TTYS B4 I can blink.
WTF?
I railed against cellmageddon years ago—now I'm part of the flick.
I mean "flock."
fyvk.
I mean "fuck."
1 comment:
good read will you be my new BFF.LOL JL bf.
Its crazy how something I was so agaist makes my life easyer and harder at the same time.
I hate when you have no idea what the person is texting you about,so you call them and they dont pick up....
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