New Day #166

I have now officially joined the 21st century. After an initial failed attempt, I turned to my trusty Mini-Me to school me in the mysteries of text messaging.

It only took three more people before I could finally send one.

I know it's blurry, so here's the transcription, because it's oh so profoud:

Hi. This is my first text. YAAAAY! I'm relevant.

Okay, I wasn't writing for posterity.

PS If you're gonna text me, keep in mind that I may not have you in my cell phone, which I hardly EVER use. So sign your damn name.

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New Day #136

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I finally taught myself how to text message on my phone. Actually, let me be more precise: I tried to teach myself. Because when I typed the simple sentence "This is my first text," all these default words kept popping up. "This" became "ugh," then "thigh." (Why is "thigh" a default word?) Then "my" insisted on turning into “on,” “no,” or “noon," while "first" became "feed."

So I ended up sending the following message:

Thigh is on feed text.

Okay, it's a start.



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