This week at work while I was REALLY REALLY busy (have I mentioned that in a meeting yesterday we were handed out an article "how to get into trouble at work with the internet"? Not that we haven't been over and over this before. But apparently the boss man came across this (whilst surfing the internet at work?) and thought some of us could do with a reminder. Included were "don't have a blog" and "never post any photos of yourself anywhere", so I should totally be ok.) So as I was saying, I was working really hard, but I made time (probably during my lunch break) to go through my cell phone and delete some text messages, since it kept warning me that it was almost full. I'm not much of a texter, and neither are my friends (at least they don't text me much - so surely they don't text other people, right?) so these messages were pretty much as old as my phone. (Which is not as old as it should be! But I won't go off on another cell phone rant...) Anyway, I couldn't help but notice that my little stored messages were not nearly as interesting as these over here. This blog by Sarah Brown was one of the first I ever stumbled across, and dang, there is some interesting stuff going on back and forth on that phone of hers.
So, I am recognizing the fact that I am about to steal her practice of posting her text messages, but also noting the difference: mine do not make for such compelling reading material. So you can read mine below, or you can follow that link back and read something better. And if you are my friend, you can start sending me better messages. If you can't do witty, then maybe you could just do your deepest and darkest secrets. Don't worry, I won't tell! At least, I won't give your name out. Not on the internet - only by word of mouth will your name be given. You have my word.
We ate the rest of your cake.
In DC. Had smelly man next to me for 3 hours.
I'm tacky and playing beer pong.
trying to cactus cantina 4 (note: this is a place you go to for the margaritas.)
Your stalker is here.
Am nursing cramps and eating cheese dip.
Tell him to put me down for every night this week - I'm going to go tan myself orange now.
V is making friends with the guys next to us... then they asked if she was 21 and could buy them beer. Perfect.
Are they cute?
My tummy bout to explode.
That's hot.
Going for drink with the cop - don't let V steal him!
V just told host we could "squeeze"
I'm on my way - keep her away from him!
Am going out with 24 year olds - miss you.
In Paris... you? (note: this was in response to the question "Where are you?" on a New Year's Eve. My reply back to Paris was "Chattanooga.")
Am at party and (insert 3 boys' names here) are here with harems. I'm going in circles.
How is weekend??? Need info.
Get a pic of coffee guy - we can judge his homeliness next.
Guad?
Am hanging out with white black man.
Dale said last night that you have good legs. This confirms that he is in fact using me to get to you! I've known this for some time.
Tell Dale I'll be on the next plane to Arizona.
hmmm... don't be sad! I love you!
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