Tuesday, August 21, 2012
I do not want your text messages.
And you did it to yourselves, fuckers! I do not do the texting. Hate it. Can't realistically type anything legibly on my toy phone anyway. (Oh, P, Q, R, S are all on the same button, and I have to move the little cursor thing to tell my phone which one of those letters I want to type? That's adorable!) So, I mostly ignore texts, and, to my knowledge, have never responded to a single text. From anyone. But people keep texting me, anyway. "Ron! Why didn't you come to my barbecue??" "Ron, we changed the start time to 11 am, didn't you get my text??" Texting costs money, and AT&T says the only way I can "turn off texting" is to block incoming texts. So that's what I did. It's not that I don't want to hear from you. I love you. I just can't think of a single fucking thing I'd rather do less than texting with you.