Technology rocks

Text messaging. The wave of the future. Or maybe it is already here, but I'm too old to really catch on completely. I know all the kids prefer it over actually TALKING on the phone. As IF!

Text messages from three different boys in the last couple of weeks: CJG, the New Guy and some random I basically said only hi to at a wedding reception Saturday night. I guess I best get used to it. I do love technology and I am the first to admit I am better on email or IM than on the phone. Gives you that extra minute of pause to think up that good reply that you just aren't quick enough to do in person most of the time. Makes me seem much more witty than I really am. But you can't be all that witty within the limits of text messaging. Or is that the artform that I have yet to master?

This handy little tool is somewhat foreign to me at times. I understand the beauty of it when you are in a loud crowded bar or at a show, etc. But what is the obsession about? Not to mention, it provides the other party with a permanent record of your drunken messages:

Will work that pussey all nite long.

Yep. That's what I received from CJG one night recently. Actually, that is what my friends received on my phone after they decided to fuck with him a little and play hard to get. Which brings me to the point that you never know who may be writing you or who may see your message. Please note that the key word is misspelled. Drunk spelling may be worse than drunk dialing. Forever engraved in my head and my cell phone. And don't think for one micro-second that I haven't pulled out my phone to show that to just about every single one of my girlfriends. I can't wait until the day I am out with a few of my ladies, and we run into him ... they are never quite as gentle as I am. Let the games begin!