The hell with my old phone number. In an age in which everyone grits their teeth into their number by changing only the operator, here I am, with a brand-new numbah only a few persons know by now.
And I`m done with my old text messages as well. I`ve deleted them all. Can anyone believe I even had some from 2003 ? :)) On a deeper examination, there it was: my life in the past 5-6 years in hundreds of 160 characters messages. Why write a biography ? Why keep a blog ? There it was, complete and unabridged. Reading a few, the in-between doesn`t even matter. My replies don`t matter either. Just like a freakin` telenovela: randomly picking any episode, one can easily figure out the whole scenario, the ending included. Maldita sea. 8-|
you got some palahniuk in you li’l missy :)
You still have some pages to tear our and then you’ll be on the right “inner demons”-free path :)
Still, I’m proud of you! >:D<
at least you could localize yer daytime-drama :). mexican :D. my soapoperatic life feels like it’s an all-road, all-star event, featuring mostly actors from bleak south-american villages, with short, random guest appearences by young, restless, bold, beautiful and other type of idiots. thank God for friends :D >:D< ...and the Dillinger Escape Plan \m/ ...and venting onstage \m/ ...and cookiez and lolipops \m/
In 5 years. People won’t have SMS history. They’ll have Twitter history.
Be happy, you are one of the few.
Lee, I`m his only fan who hasn`t read any of his books yet. :))
Ionuca, I have no inner demon. I AM the demon. Or the wolf in the fairytale, whatever. ;))
D, oh yeah. Friends >:D< and concerts \m/ and books \m/ and the nicest university on earth and a huge labrador waiting to play at any time. :X :)) Kwashiorkor :)) I`ll have one too in a few years, since my phone is now tabula rasa and chances of new sms-exchange experiences are looow. But I guess I could 'train' a few people just for the sake of it. ;))