Texts conversations II

Have I mentioned how much I love my iPhone? Well, if I haven’t: I LOVE MY PHONE. I like that I can take a screen shot of things. So it will be easier to do these “textual conversations” posts.

This one was my favorite:

I was in class and who ever this person is texted me. We had a lengthy conversation later on. Apparently, Sherry was a friend of hers that she had lost contact with. Sherry was there for the hardest times of her life. She just wanted to get a hold of her. My number was the last number this person had for Sherry and they had lost contact about two years ago. I broke the sad news that it must have been longer because I’ve had this number since 2007. I think I made her feel worse because after that she didn’t text me back.


This one was creepy:

I was minding my own business, and BAM text message. I was really confused.

First off, I didn’t know people could text you from FourSquare. Did you know that? Apparently, I was the only person that didn’t know that. But It’s like at the bottom of the screen. Like this, at the bottom:

I’m mostly friends with real (by real, I mean like people I know) people. And some people I go to school with. And this was someone I go to school with. The 720 area code confused me. Where is that from?

Texts conversations

The highlight of my work day is getting texts while at work. Mostly because people at work annoy me (both customers AND co-workers) and because sometimes it's easier to pretend to work and not have to deal with the craziness/stupidity of last minute shoppers. Having my cell phone in my apron pocket at work makes my shift a million times easier.

The winner today is Bradley (of Dr Bradley Fame). I cut out the non-funny parts. Because do you really want to know about my work day? And the annoying-ness of people on the bus on my way home? No. You just want to read the shenanigans I text back and forth about.

Unknown Number: So I definitely had sex with ms. b in a dream last night. =0 (Ms B was our biology professor and apparently I had never saved Bradley's number onto my phone)

Me: OMG! Dude, you sex'd dreamed her!???

Bradley: It was fukkkkkkked up.

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Bradley: You're like a pro alcoholic

Me: More like semi-pro

Bradley: Someday, just keep trying

Me: Thanks for having faith in me

Bradley: Anytime girl

Bradley: Oh, I got that [Christmas] card!

Me: I wish I would have waited to send you one. Just so I could refernce your gross dream.

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Me: I really want to make a snowman, but there isn't enough snow.

Bradley: Buy a bunch of coke. Or make an ethnically diverse snowman from the snow lodged in the wheel wells of cars on your block

Me: Hmm. That might work. Is the coke for the snow man?

Bradley: No, you just rail some fat lines and you won't give a fuck about making a snowman anymore.

Me: Oh. I don't think I know anyone who sells the white stuff.

Bradley: There was an article in the paper yesterday about some guys loading a truck with 179kilos on Western when the box busted open and coke flew errrrywhere

Me: OMG and where were we???

Bradley: In the wrong place at the wrong time, obviously

Me: Damn. We're never going to just find coke somewhere. We're cursed to always have to buy.

Bradley: I'll never try coke ... purposely, at least. I'm afraid I'd decide I never needed to sleep again

Me: LOL I'd use it as sugar for my coffee... or uh.. for baking.

Bradley: Coke lattes sound like a helluva way to start the day.

Bradley: Freud was always an advocate, before he got addicted to morphine

Me: Freud was gangsta

Bradley: Gangsta with a lifelong fixation on his mother. And stubborn as fuck.

Me: Mmmhmmm. The very definition of gangsta.




Runner Up: 

Me: My brother just told me he's getting married.

Ivan: That's good. lol

Me: LOL yeah, I just thought I was going to get married first.

Ivan. LOL ok.

Me: Actually, it's more like I never thought he'd get married.

Ivan: So u think he's a loser?

Me: Kinda.