Sunday, 12 August 2012

Text me, maybe



When it comes to cellphones, don't call me. Text me. 

I've got the cheapest plan out there. I can text all I want, but when it comes to calling, I've only have 50 minutes to spare. 

And that's okay with me because I hardly use my cellphone to communicate with the outside world. It's only for emergencies. These days, the only person I seem to text is my husband. We talk about mundane stuff, such as, Can you get some margarine at the grocery store? Oh yeah, we need ham, too. I'd rather have artificial vanilla extract instead of the real thing because I'm cheap like that. Thanks!

I'm starting to enjoy texting. Instead of pressing one button on the keypad multiple times to get a letter like I had to do on my old phone, I've got an virtual keyboard at my disposal. I think the text bubbles are really cute. Reminds me of VH1's Pop Up Video. 

I really should have made the switch to a smart phone years ago. Now I've just got to find more people to text with. 

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