I fucking loathe text messaging.
yes. its fine when you think of something funny in your head and you just KNOOOWW someone would die laughing if they read it in a text.
but i personally feel as if the world would be a far better, more enriched place if it were not for texting.
ever since the phenomena that is typing on miniature keyboards, the world has become far more impersonal. there's nothing i hate more than being with someone who's constantly checking their phone or texting while they're in your company.
its called manners. they've existed since maybe not jesus time (Cause those fuckers were crazy) but like i would say more or less the french rev. nothing says "i couldn't care less about your existence in my presence right now" than someone whipping out their phone sliding it open (you know those phones) and tapping away like its nobody's business (literally).
what happened to people picking up a phone and dialing some numbers. it's a lot less work that writing an entire gospel of words. and i'm sorry. but unless i want to fuck a robot. which personally, i don't (seriously). i don't get the point of sexy text messages? unless you wanna feel like you're banging the scary radiohead voice from kid a (now that shit is hot.)
most of all. how am i supposed to type with my ghetto fab fingernails with hello kitty airbrused on them? i don't want to look like the cashier at the kmart in virginia beach when you were 10 that you still remember now and you were and still are thinking "wuhthefuhhhhhhhh"
so to recap: 1) i dislike text messaging.
2) i enjoy the undivided attention of people i force into my company at
gunpoint
3) my LONG ASS fingernails have pictures of hello kitty on them.
4) haha. that caps lock "long ass" was way unintentional but so awesome.
5) WUHTHEFUHHHHHHHHHHH.
Ever so pissed.
(i am so tempted to auto-correct every "texting" in this post to "textile". so everyone will be like "she hates textiles? now what's wrong with textiles?". I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG WITH TEXTILES!!!!!!)
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